The Magical Thing About Human Thought Fossils

I am a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Part white ( well if you can call jewish white), part asian. Part courage, part crazy teen fear. Part friendly, part alone (well sometimes a whole lot of alone).

I am 15 but in an 18 year old mind. And ...I am in a boy's body.

It's been mad lately. Thankfully best friend, Hattie Stanley, embraces me for all that I am. Yes I have one bestie and sometimes that's all ya need in life.

Here's where things got a bit awkward. Ryan, the coolest soccer player from another school started noticing me. He's 17 and is definitely very comfortable in the bodysuit nature gifted him. He thinks I throw a baseball like a pro. There's no reason a femme can't have a Herculean right arm!

No one even gave me the time of day before. So yeah, I fell head over flipping heels! But Ryan's buddies are bullies. And who do they pick on for no good reason? Hattie, my bff.

Then there's mom. She's a bit of a nerd, a paleontologist to be precise. She seems to think her fossil research parallels her understanding of my evolution! But accepting me as a girl seems to be a different matter.

I feel a little lost. Here I am for the first time, a real gem in a gorgeous boy's eyes and here is Hattie, hating me for it. And I haven't even told Ryan that I'm in transition. Somehow being real to others, let alone myself is more than I can bear. . .