I am never boy or Girl In Their Eyes

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Jeremy was grateful everybody had already left the house.

He had 30 minutes to get ready before his lift to school came.

It was his first day back at high school after his transformation.

He looked at the pile of his sister's clothes which she had already grown out of laid out for him.

He picked up the blue knickers and stepped into them.

He pulled them up to his empty crouch making sure everything was neatly talked.

He picked up the pink bra and looked at it in horror.

He remembered how his mother had shown him how to put it on.

Put it around your back fascinated at the front and then turn it round put your hands through the straps and make sure your breasts are seated correctly in the cups.

He was still surprised by how soft while insensitive his breasts were as he took hold of one of them and gently positioned it inside the cup of the bra.

He looked at the bright and happy yellow t-shirt she had left out for him.

He picked it up and put it over his head trying not to disturb the hair that had taken half an hour to brush this morning.

The T-shirt was soft and light and smelled like his sister's perfume.

He was great when he noticed she had left a pair of jeans out for him instead of one of his sister's skirts.

He picked them up and stepped into him once I got a time surprised by how tight and form-fitting they were compared to his male genes.

He was even more surprised when it came to fascinating them up and the bottom was on the wrong side which gave him some difficulty.

He slipped on a pair of socks and a pair of his sister's old trainers and was ready for whatever the day threw at him.

Which turned out to be a lot of bullying and pressuring by the other boys who wanted to see his new bits and generally being alienated and ignored by the teenage girls who saw him as Just A Spy in their locker room.

He came home that night not as excited as a human left he knew high school was going to be one hell of a difficult place now he had changed genders.