We came back to campus with Reilly grabbing my hand. His hand was so soft.We came back to my room. I didn't want to move too fast and it didn't seemhe... did either. We were nicely interrupted by Scott and Hayden. They weregreat and stopping by to see how things were going. We watched TV for awhile."Guys, I better jet," Reilly stated."You don't have to run just yet, do ya?" Hayden asked."I better," Reilly said. "See ya around." I followed him out the door.We stood in the stairwell."Thanks for. Ok so I work in the men’s department of this crummy clothes shop, doesn’t mean I meet nice and decent guys. They’re either weird, gay, taken or a combination of the 3. I grab my black leggings, a top that’s a little tight against my breasts and my high top converse and throw them on after the quickest of quick showers, where I multitasked and brushed me teeth too (Hey don’t judge I’m pushed for time) I have to make a run for the bus but I get to work on time, I sort the till out as I do every. Then there had been the most stupid bet of them all that had now led to mehaving false breasts and false nails applied and led to my firstexperience of wearing nail polish and my first make-up lesson (as thesubject!)...Where did I go from here? What was male about the person saw in themirror in front of me? The only thing that was still male about me, apartfrom the basic equipment making a tent in my panties, was my hair. Myhair had always been my way of expressing my rebellion against. American tradition requires everyone to have, if not an actual middle name, at least a middle initial – it always asks for that on those printed forms one gets through the post, I decided to simplify things and call myself Sebastian David Watson, or Sebastian D. Watson. What on earth would I have done otherwise, lumbered with two middle initials? The standard American form has space for only one letter: so people like me – and there are lots of us – just have to improvise, which is what I did..