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Ramming against a wall

“Andrea, dear, are you sure about this?” My mother asked me, as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom. Today was the day I started High School. A rather Prestigious High School. A High School with a very specific reputation. The world had changed in the last 100 years, when a strange child that could absorb all light around it and become like a black hole was born. From then, people with powers only spread. I was one of these people. And the High School I was starting my first year at? One of the top Superhero Schools.

“Yeah mom, I’m sure. Nobody in middle school wanted to go, so nobody knows me. And I’ll make sure they don’t know me as anyone other than Andrea.” I smiled at mom, before looking at myself in the mirror again. My purple hair reaching past my chest, shaved on the left side. My blue eyes looking more alive than before. But, most crucially, I was wearing the uniform I had always wished I could wear: Pleated plaid skirt, a blouse, a blazer and a ribbon. No pants for me ever again if I could help it.

“Alright honey, I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. They won’t let us change your documents until, you know, your downstairs is sorted out.”

“And they don’t let 14 year olds get GRS here, and we can’t afford elsewhere. I know mom. Sucks they still hadn’t updated that when we’ve been fighting for over a 100 years for it.” I sighed and grabbed my school bag, giving mom a quick hug. “Love you mom, see you after school.” I dashed towards the front door, opened it and quickly leapt down from the 6th floor balcony thing that had the stairs on the side, you’ve seen those apartment complexes that have them I’m sure. Oh! I should introduce myself since that just there probably looked like a suicide attempt without context. My name is Andrea Ptakochka, I’m turning 15 years old in November, My blood type is B- and I can transform into a human/gryphon hybrid and back mostly at will. And I’m a Trans Girl.

My wings aren’t good enough to let me fly, but they help enough with gliding, and help me jump good, along with the lion like legs I landed on before taking another leap towards school. So what if people could see under my skirt as I soared through the sky? I had spats on! And I was tucked, although that one was for me, not for others.

Took me like 20 minutes of leaping across the street and across rooftops before I made it to school, even though it would take at least an hour of walking and 10 minutes by tram. The exercise was good practice though, and me and mom saved on tram fare if I did jump everywhere. The amount of jokes mom made about me jumping down to the shop to get some milk was counting in the thousands by now, however.

There wasn’t anything fancy at the start of the school to welcome in new students, so I followed the guide book I got to make my way to class. Year 1-A. This was it, a completely new environment for me to be me in. I opened the door and walked in, finding the class mostly empty. Mostly empty, because there was one kid who had already taken the anime protag seat, in the back by the window. I decided to sit in front of them.

“James Smith.” He said, extending a hand towards me. I shook it.

“Andrea Ptakochka.”

“Is your oddity the physical mutation or…?”

“Oh, no, I can turn this off at will. Just takes like five minutes to revert and leaves me extremely exhausted.” I ran my hand across the shaved side of my head, the short hair feeling like cat fur to the touch. “And yourself?”

“I can make people and things not notice me. Not in an invisibility sense but in an area of effect I turn into a mosaic and then a blank spot sense.”

“Oh, that sounds… like an odd one. Is it even good for superheroing work?”

“When you also know how electronics work, yeah, it’s good for infiltration missions.” I nodded at his answer. And my eyes went wide at his next question. “You feeling okay? It sounds like you have a cold or something.” I gulped and tugged at the collar of my blouse.

“I-I wish it was a cold, it’s just… how my voice sounds. It’s… a hormone thing.” I mean I wasn’t LYING, my voice dropping IS a hormone thing. James nodded at my answer, seemingly satisfied, and seemingly moving away from the question. The rest of the class moved in not long after. I ended up with James behind me, Jessica, a girl who got faster the more caffeine was in her system to my right, and Amy, a girl who could teleport as far as she can sprint in 10 seconds in front of me.

And then the teacher walked in, guy looked to be in his 40’s, and had horns. “Okay class I’ll be your homeroom teacher for the next year, you can call me Mr. Ram.” And just like that he began roll call. It was going pretty smoothly, until he reached, well, me. “Ryan Ptakochka?” He called out my deadname. James looked at me, and smiled knowingly, yet sadly.

“Hormone thing, huh?” He whispered to me quietly as I stood up, and Mr. Ram looked me over.

“Mr. Ptakochka, why are you wearing the girls’ uniform?” The eyes of the entire class were on me now. I had hoped to start off my high school life as just myself, with nobody knowing my past. Guess those dreams were dashed pretty quickly.

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“Because it’s Ms. Ptakochka, there should have been Andrea on that roll call, me and mom let the faculty know the moment I was admitted.” I stood tall, wings folded, tail relaxed.

“Going by the information on hand you should be wearing the boys’ uniform.”

“I thought it was against the rules for girls to wear the boys’ uniform.”

“It’s also against the rules for boys to be wear the girls’ uniform.”

“Well, good thing I’m not a boy then, isn’t it, Mr. Ram?” You ever feel like you want to just throw your teacher out the window for something stupid they did in class? Well, that’s how I was feeling right now. And I mean, I COULD physically do it. I could leap over there in a second, be on top of him, pick him up and throw him through the window glass, and it would only take 10 seconds tops.

“According to your records-”

“My records cannot be changed because they won’t slap an F on my birth certificate until they chop my dick off and they won’t chop a 14 year old’s dick off, Mr. Ram.” I stared him down, my wings now unfurled, my hands on the desk, and my eyes as focused as I could make them. Some of the kids gasped, some snickered, others looked at Mr. Ram as angrily as I did. He shook his head.

“We’ve wasted enough time on this, fine, Andrea Ptakochka?”

“Present.” I sat down and huffed. The teacher shook his head and finished up roll call without any further incident.

“Alright students, with that out of the way, first day we do some exercise checks. Stuff you did in middle school, nothing like the pacergram but you get the idea. You’re allowed to use your oddities for this one though, so go change into gym clothes. Your sets are in your assigned lockers. Be outside in 20 minutes.” Mr. Ram stood up after letting us know about this, and made his way outside the class. I sighed, and grabbed my head my frustration. Amy turned to face me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“That… must have felt horrible Andrea.” I couldn’t see her face right now, as I was covering mine, but the sadness in her voice sounded genuine.

“None of my classmates from middle school are here. I… I really thought I would just get to be me. No ties to my old cover. Just quickly slip right into being a girl… of course the school wouldn’t allow me to do that.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes, before I felt a hand on my head.

“Oh come on you gryphonette, you don’t have time to cry those tears now, gotta get changed into gym clothes.” I moved my hands to look at whoever was petting my head. I hadn’t spoken to the kid yet, but I think he answered to Donovan.

“Right… gym clothes… that are in lockers in locker rooms… and the school still has me as a boy in their system, because literally everywhere does.” I stood up, and joined the rest of the class in walking towards the locker rooms.

Of course what followed was me awkwardly standing outside them as everyone else went in. I leaned against the wall between the two and sighed. Jessica and James stepped out of the rooms at the same time before looking at me.

“Andrea why are you just standing here like that?” I looked at Jessica, who had asked that question, before I slid down the wall and sat on the floor.

“Because I yelled about my genitals in front of the entire class. So, I can’t use the girls’ locker room like I wish I could now. And based on evidence, my stuff is in the boys’ locker room. And I don’t want to go in one ever again.” I held my knees to my chest, and hit the floor with my tail. “I’m… surprised you care, you’ve known me for like, what, ten minutes tops?” I moved my wings to form a barrier around me.

“Okay Andrea, this is what we will do. I will hold your hand while you have your eyes closed in the boys’ locker room. Donovan… seems to be pretty powerful and has taken a liking to you. You’ll grab your stuff in the locker, and then Jess here will take you into the girl’s room and cover you, okay?” I looked up at James as he held his hand out to me while talking. I nodded and took it, closing my eyes and standing up.

“Hey this is the men’s room no fucking girls allowed Jim.” I didn’t recognize me voice, but I still smiled.

“Tell that to the faculty Dave, they’re still saying she’s a boy when she’s looking like an anime mascot. How’d you feel if they forced you into the girl’s room and made you look like a princess against your will, Dave?”

“I’d be pretty fucking annoyed, Donovan. Gotta say, pretty fucking annoyed.” Dave and Donovan stopped talking after that, and I felt my hand touch a glass panel, before fabric was shoved into my chest and I was being tugged back outside.

“Alright Andrea, we’re out, open your eyes.” I felt James let go of my hand and I looked down. At least the gym uniforms were unisex. “Jess, take it from here.” James started walking outside, as I turned to Jessica, who swiftly grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the girls’ room. Saying I looked like a deer in headlights was an understatement. Jess kept nudging me around.

“Since you don’t have a locker here, you can share mine.” She opened it with a scan of her hand and smiled at me. I smiled back ever so slightly. I took a deep breath, put down the gym clothes on the bench nearby, and got to undressing. I could feel the eyes of all the girls on me, as I breathed heavily full of anxiety. Blazer and ribbon first. Then the skirt, since I had spats under it.

“Is there really a dick under there?” I turned to the girl who said it, Mandy I think. She was pointing directly at my crotch.

“...I really wish there wasn’t.” I managed to mutter out under my breath, as the blouse went off and I was left standing in the girls’ locker room in barely more than my underwear. I saw most of the girls shrug and leave the room, Jessica being the only one left there besides me.

“Your bra is cute.” She poked it and I blushed. “Wait, are those real?”

“My voice started cracking so not much to revert that, but, uhm, yeah, I managed to start hormones, despite everything.” I kept blushing, and quickly started putting on the sports wear. “Okay we have to run now to make it I think.” Jessica smiled at me saying the word run.

“Be glad I skipped my morning coffee today you pink panther, otherwise I’d race ya.” She waited for me to put my things away before she closed her locker and began running.

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