I heard their muffled voices, the jingle of keys - they were goingsomewhere. It was frustrating not to know what was happening or where Iwas going, an... more than a little bit boring just sitting in Bethany'spanties. She let out a few farts as she rode in the car and talked withMarley. The panties kept the gas trapped in with me; if I were a person, Iwould gag on the lack of oxygen and foul odor of her emanations, but thiswas just a normal part of life for an anus, and my altered. I started to re-think some things. Maybe this was why I never got alongwith people. Maybe being a girl with a boys body made it easier for peopleat school to pick on me. There had to be a way to show them that picking onme was wrong because I was a girl. It took some time to remember a term I'dheard on TV. Transsexual, A woman in a man's body. Memory of exact details,even those I found fascinating, was little. A word, and something else.Something that might be truth.I thought about what I could. "Look what you said is incorrect as we Arabs have contributed to the math and sciences," the fat Arab said.The fat Arab guy had thinning black hair, strong black eyes, was very fat with strong Semitic features and was the same height as Farah."You people have contributed nothing," Farah smirked, but as she did, she noticed that the fat Arab was eyeing her up-and-down."Listen, how much you charge?" the fat Arab guy asked as he started smiling."Charge?" Farah was astonished at the question but. "Why would you explain it like that?" You weren't there. Everyone thought you *chose* to wear girl's stuffunder your clothes," he says. "Now you get to play it off as a joke." This is stupid," I say. "Give me my clothes back." Caleb's got them," Will says. "These are the only boy clothes I have."He indicates what he's wearing."So that's the deal: Either you wear the girl's uniform and everyonethinks it's a big joke," he pauses, "*or* you wear just what you have onright now and everyone knows.