“Alright Students, fall in line, need to make sure everyone is accounted for.” The buff turtle looking man stood with his hands on his hips. “Alphabetical order! Based on last names!” It took a bit of confusion and asking around, but the class manage to line up shortly, the teacher nodding. “Good Job, I’ll be your Gym teacher for the following 4 years, which includes combat training. You may call me Mx. Eyes.”

“Uhm… Mix?” One of the boys raised his hands.

“Did I stutter, Mr. Searchlight?”

“You hadn’t, Mx. Eyes.” Searchlight brought his hand back down, and Mx. Eyes began walking from one end to the other, personally shaking hands and introducing themself to every student, until they reached me. They looked at their list, then at me, then at their list again.

“Mx. Ken Eyes, Royal Turtle.” They extended their hand towards me, and I shook it.

“Andrea Ptakochka, hero name not yet assigned.” Mx. Eyes let go of my hand and quickly scribbled something down on the list.

“Ms. Ptakochka, am I to understand you were assigned male at birth, but are in fact a young woman and that the school board and our government refuse to see you as such, resulting in the distinct difference between the name you provided and the name listed?” Considering how Mr. Ram reacted I was already twice surprised by the response, and well, existence of Mx. Eyes.

“That is correct. Despite me and my mom telling the board upon being admitted about this fact, they hadn’t updated or altered their records of me in any such way, thus outing me to my entire class during roll call earlier today.” Should I have been this formal with Mx. Eyes? I wasn’t sure, but their entire presence gave off drill sergeant energies, but also protective parent energies.

“Any other incident resulting from this situation?” Mx. Eyes wrote down some notes on their clipboard.

“Yes, my… inability to change into gym clothes in a respectful manner, due to the location of my assigned locker and… self outing of genital situation while standing my ground towards Mr. Ram, our homeroom teacher.” Mx. Eyes namesake widened at that revelation.

“Well Ms. Ptakochka, despite this I do hope you enjoy your high school years at our institution. Wish I could help in regards to the name situation, but I have been teaching here for 20 years and they still haven’t changed my title to Mx. on the teacher listing. I can definitely look into the locker room situation for you, however, as gym equipment and facilities are under my jurisdiction.” They nodded and moved onto the next student. After getting through all 20 of us, they addressed the class collectively again. “I like the get personally acquainted with people that might end up in the nurse’s office due to my training. Not from broken bones, but from being idiots. To be fair you can break your arm by being an idiot. This exercise test will include throwing, a 100 meter dash, side stepping, running leaps, rope climbing, pull ups and deadlifts, in this order. Please orderly move in line to the first station.”

We all made our way to the pitching zone, several balls in a basket near the circle. “Quite simple, really. You go alphabetically, you can do anything as long as you stay in the circle. Throw the ball as far as you can. Alright, first one up!” Mx. Eyes raised their pen and the first kid went ahead. Most of them seemed to throw the ball regularly, oddities not really made for throwing. A couple shot them out using telekinesis or a cannon arm. And then it was my turn.

“Do I have to stand in the circle? As in, have my feet on the ground?” I looked towards Mx. Eyes as I held the ball.

“As long as your body does not leave the boundary specified by the circle you are fine.” I nodded at the teacher’s answer, and crouched down. They looked at me intrigued. The whole class did, really. I spread my wings and with a hop and a flap I was up in the air. Anyone of you ever dig up that old cartoon Samurai Jack? Yeah, I can’t fly, but I can definitely jump good. Lions can leap forward 30 feet from standing still. Combine legs that strong with a boost from wings, and I found myself at least 90 feet high. I used my wings to spin myself, and used the rotation to gyroscope the ball away faster than I could if I just threw it regularly. After throwing the ball I kept spinning as I descended, before almost hitting the ground I unfurled the wings I moved closer to me to speed up the pirouette so as to slow my fall, and I landed with a flourish. Do a little bow, stand up straight, one hand on my hip and the other as a V over my eye, winking. I dropped the pose and looked at everyone. Mx. Eyes looked at the gps tracker to figure out where the ball ended. “Well that’s nearly half a mile away, definitely the current record from the class. Congratulations, Ms. Ptakochka. I’m definitely looking forward to your further feats of strength now.” I smiled and stepped out of the circle, towards the rest of the class. Jessica and Amy had gone before me, and they both look very impressed. Donovan gave me a light tap on the shoulder with his fist.

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“Surprised you didn’t throw Mr. Ram like that after he misgendered you like a billion times.” Donovan pointed towards the circle again.

“Oh believe me I thought about it, but do I want to get expelled from the most famous superhero school in the world because my teacher and the school is transphobic? I’ll just show off and pull stunts like that. Hell I’m already violating the school rules by wearing my uniform. They out me to my entire class? I’ll just out their transphobia into the world.” I shrugged and crossed my arms. Donovan offered me a fist for a fist bump and I obliged. “Why are you being nice to me though, Donovan?” I looked at the guy, and he smiled.

“Simple. Got an older cousin see, third year of college, love the guy, he used to invite me over to play games my parents wouldn’t allow me to play. Helped me practice my oddity. But my parents don’t want me seeing him anymore because, well, he’d swap junk with you. And if he hadn’t gone to college he would still be stuck pretending that he’s gonna give birth to our grandparents’ great grandkids.” Donovan sighed, and I patted him on the shoulder in support. “I miss him, he was an older brother to me.” I nodded. Well, one classmate solved.

The further events went about as expected. I was great at the dash, since I pretty much took four steps to reach the end. The running leap? Yeah I didn’t land in the sand. The other ones I was okay at. I ended up ranking 3rd overall. Mx. Eyes looked us all over afterwards. “Well class, you did good, really good. Quite impressed with you Ptakochka. Okay, first day doesn’t have much to it. Go get changed into your uniforms, there’s a physical in the nurse’s office to do afterwards, I also observe that one.” The teacher approached me. “How’d you sort the locker room situation?”

“Oh, uhm, James helped me grab my stuff in the boys’ room, and Jessica covered me in the girls’ room. I have my stuff in her locker.” I answered. Mx. Eyes nodded at my answer and followed the class back inside.

The second trip through the locker rooms was much easier I have to say. Knowing the girls weren’t judgemental towards me being trans helped. I still had to store my stuff with Jessica for now, but I felt accepted. Showering was the next hurdle though. “I’ll just… stay here and wait for everyone else to finish…” I sat down on one of the benches and rubbed my shoulder. “I… have to untuck… which would make everyone uncomfortable to see, I’m sure.” Amy looked at me and tapped a finger against her cheek.

“You realise we have very limited time to shower, so you HAVE to shower with everyone, right?” She looked at me and I looked down, fiddling my thumbs.

“I just… don’t want any of you to see it, even by accident. I don’t want to look at it. I don’t want to have it.” I kept fiddling my thumbs, as Amy sighed and walked over to the door to the shower room, shouting in.

“Hey Andrea needs to shower too but she’s worried about making us uncomfortable because of her dick, y’all okay with her being in here with us?” I looked at her, completely surprised. One of the girls inside yelled back.

“I can hold her shoulder and fucking puppet her around if she did cause any problems. Which I doubt considering how scared shitless she is.” Amy turned towards me after the other girl finished with her answer, and I sighed and finished undressing to make my way in, trying to cover my crotch with my tail. “See? Told you she’s scared shitless, like three seconds from either fainting or having a panic attack. Either way, her on the floor curled up in a fetal position. And folks are saying girls like her would rape us if they let them in here just like that.” The girl shook her head, it was the same one who had made the puppeting comment, Cynthia. She looked like a succubus. Horns, tail, wings. I reached one of the shower heads and started showering, before noticing Mandy looking over my tail at my crotch.

“Huh, there really is one. Sucks to be you I guess.” She went back to looking at the wall as she washed her hair.

“Yeah, it does.” I sighed, letting the water flow over me. Jessica was on the other side of me.

“Well, the good news is, you’re cute. And you said you’re on hormones so you’re not THAT late of a bloomer. The girls you’re growing are looking really cute.” Jessica poked my chest and I blushed hard again. And Mandy took another peek at my crotch.

“Well, it’s either dead or she’s into dudes Jess. Figure the first one considering she’s looking way too scared to look around.” Mandy looked and Jessica, who gave her a stink eye.

“Mandy! That’s not how you treat new girls!”

“Teasing her about her developing body is allowed though?”

“Yes! Because it’s a thing she wants!” I tried to finish showering between Jessica and Mandy as quickly as I could so I could make my way out of there. “See now we’ve spiked her anxiety. Mandy you are unbelievable” Jessica patted my head and I calmed down a bit. I heard Mandy sigh and finish up. Soon it was just me and Jessica alone again. “Seriously though which one was it?”

“Well, I’m not into dudes. I’m not sure I’m sexually into anyone. I mean, girls are really pretty and soft and I want to hold hands with them and hug them and spend time with them… but I think about bedroom stuff and my heart sinks at the idea.” I admitted, and turned off the shower. Jessica held my face and smiled.

“Well then, miss birdcat, in that case, good luck. Also, it’s about time both of us got out of the shower.”

“You… know what my last name means?”

“Duh, my grandparents are Czech, we visit them every Christmas!” Jessica patted my head again, and we finished up, drying off, dressing up in uniforms and making our way towards the nurse’s office.