Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?" Well, I'm complaining for one, and there will be many others beforethe week is out, my dear Princ...ipal, because Blair isn't an emo or agoth; he's a blue-skinned transsexual, a true freak of nature. Assuch, he-she will draw the media to this school like flies to sh ...er, to excrement, and parents will, in consequence, withdraw theirlittle darlings en masse to shield them from the great hullabaloo.You'll lose your school."The teacher had. The music ground to a discordant halt andthat only caused me to laugh louder. I earned my share of glares. Natashaguided me to a wall and handed me her handkerchief. "You laughed so hardyour nose is running," she said. "Not the most ladylike behavior I'veever seen." Ladylike isn't me. I'm a WYSIWYG kind of guy." I pulled Natasha in closeand kissed her passionately. "That wasn't ladylike either," I said."Which do you prefer?" I could learn to like WYSIWYG," she said with a laugh. "Just as long. That began my forty-five days in work hell.The demands made of me every day to shut down and transfer and train people to do some of our duties and dealing with my soon to be non-staff took its toll. One Wednesday evening I decided to stop for a drink – or two – on my way home.It was a neighborhood bar I had been in only once or twice, but not alone before. I sat at the bar next to a man may be a few years older. He was tall, over 6’, a bigger guy but solid built. Greying brown hair and. " April." Oh, I like it! When were you born, slut? What's your birthday, I mean?"I did not want to tell her."Speak up, bitch!" April 22nd."The two little fags began hooting and hollering. They were so proud ofthemselves. So it was that everyone started calling me April. I'm notsure if I've heard my old name since.When I completed my paperwork, I wrote it out and stared at it.April Rose Lee.That was me.That is who I would become.+++++We all went through every aspect of training together. We had.