It took Isaac and me only thirty minutes to walk the mile and a half from Greenaway’s Farm to the schoolI gave the handsome lion head knocker on the...oak door of the Headmaster’s house a good thumping. There was a bell pull to the left of the knocker, but it gave me some satisfaction to beat out a tattoo on the door.The beetle browed, bent and gnarled, manservant who opened the door could have been in service at the school when Sir Isaac was a pupil, such was his antiquated appearence. Former. He took the lacy cami off of Lucille and, as he pulled itover his head and let it slide down over his new bra and breasts, he beganto think about what his new life was going to be like.Lucille walked over to the closet and after sorting through a few thingscame out with a black pencil skirt and a very pretty pink blouse. Shehanded Rod the blouse and after putting it on had a little bit of troubleremembering that it buttoned up the opposite side of what he was used to.After fumbling through the. I planned on keeping this carriage to myself, for when I need to take more private trips with less supervision, without my father’s permission of course he’d never let me go out into the world on my own even with the protests and terrorist attacks subsiding, the vehicle was much fascinating with small technologies sprinkled throughout it and two seating split off in the middle giving some privacy, we could see how far we were from home, floating screens hanging over the wall not really attached. Junior year. I'd just come out as gay, quite publicly, by accident.There was no putting the cat back in that bag, however, so I was dealingwith the fallout as best I could: Hiding. Sitting on the ground betweenthe water fountain and a row of lockers, eating my lunch as invisibly aspossible."Hey, dyke!" came a familiar voice. I stayed as silent and as still aspossible. It's entirely possible there was another lesbian at my schoolthat had drawn her ire. Just keep munching on your Nutella.