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September Sixteenth, Two-Thousand Twenty-Two. That was the date WPATH updated the minimum age for getting on HRT from 16 to 14 years of age. Anne Boonchuy clearly lucked out in her transition the past few years; her being kept from her blocker shots for three months due to her friend Marcy Wu trapping her and their mutual childhood friend Sasha Waybright in an otherworld of talking amphibians for up to a year only to reach the required age before it was lowered after she got back. Not that she had any resentment for the lucky teens who got to access their hormones at the new minimum, such as Sasha’s step-brother Max, who only recently came out two months ago. Sasha certainly gave her a surprise when she showed up at her trans youth social group, Pathways.
“Sasha?’, she had awkwardly almost yelled, “.....you’re like me? You could have told me if you were trans, you know?”. Sasha stared at her former co-commander for a few seconds before blushing and stammering “I’M NOT, uh,...”,.the group of youths waiting for their meeting to start looked up from their phones at her “.....uh I mean, I’m kinda here to support my younger brother”. She pointed to the awkward kid in the haphazard mullet sitting next to her. I mentioned him coming out on discord, remember?”. Anne vaguely remembered Sasha mentioning something about her father being a transphobic asshole in between Marcy’s posting of pictures of some cool Eastern Newt she found and spontaneously named “Rika”. She had been having a bad dysphoria day that day so her attention was largely elsewhere. “Oh, right. I remember”, she half-convincingly lied,“What was his name, again?”. “Max!”, the boy exclaimed, beaming proudly. “Please tell me he’s Vanessa’s kid…right?”, Anne worriedly asked Sasha. Max’s mood had started to sour as Sasha glared at her “Oh, sorry. Sore subject.”, Anne muttered. The group coordinator started to speak and began the group meeting as Anne made a mental note to apologize later.
It had been about six weeks since that incident and Anne and Sasha’s communication had taken another hiatus. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence; they had started to drift apart in high school, especially after their breakup Freshman year. They remained friends, but they naturally didn’t talk as much, especially given their separate friend groups and sports teams, Anne with Saint James High School’s Varsity Tennis team, and Sasha with the Cheer Squad. Sasha no longer bothered to vie for Captain, however. The injuries she sustained from Darcy during Frogvasion no longer made that position practical for her. She was still able to maintain the position of Additional spotter, however, except on the bad days that necessitated the use of her custom designed bi flag heron cane, not that she minded sitting out as of late. She had recently been at odds with one of the flyers, Emily Morrigan, or Em & M as the cheer squad called her. Em & M had a crush on one of Anne’s friends and member of the Boys’ Tennis varsity team, Jacob Oswald, who Sasha would often talk to while looking for Anne, who was still required to be on the boys’ team by her school until last week. Today was one of the flair-up days. It happened in the middle of practice and Sasha was on her way to the nurse’s office for an ice pack.
She had wall-shuffled her way to the girls’ locker room when she saw Anne nervously pacing back and forth in front of the doorway. Anne startled like a sheep at the sound of footsteps approaching, only to sigh with relief upon learning it was Sasha. “Uh, hi…”, Anne meekly waved. “Hi Anne”, Sasha replied back slightly wincing.” Oh, Sash, dude, is your back hurting again?” Anne asked with a look of concern on her face. Sasha blushed and confirmed Anne’s worries, “Yeah, just grabbing my cane before heading to the nurse”. Sasha gestured her head to the door. “I kinda need to pass through, Anna-Banana”. “Oh, sorry, Anne replied. Just a bit nervous”. “Oh”, a lightbulb went off in Sasha’s head. “Oh yeah, they’re finally letting you onto the girls’ team aren’t they? Congrats, girl!”. Anne put her right arm behind her head and blushed with a big smile. “Yeah, guess Principal Murphy had to relent after my boobies started getting visible”. Anne gestured to her chest, exaggerating her cup size with the air. “They certainly are -I mean, of course they are, you’ve been on hrt for about six months now, right?”Sasha awkwardly salvaged as she turned her head in embarrassment. “First of all, bonk!” Anne joked as she lightly tapped Sasha’s free arm. “But yeah, it’s better for me to be surrounded by girls who are more sympathetic to my plight as I’m clutching my chest in agony, and not guys, for obvious reasons. “I dunno”, Sasha replied smugly, “maybe if they looked like Kit Connor”. She emphasized her point with a teeth click and a double finger gun. “Sash!”, Anne facepalmed as she held back a cringed expression. “Again. Bonk”. She lightly tapped Sasha’s arm again. “Go eat a lemon bar or something”. “If you go eat a pickle first”, Sasha said in response. Both girls broke out in a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by a pained yelp from Sasha. “Anyway, my cane”, she winced. “Sorry, dude”, Anne stated as she propped her friend up, “let me get out of your way”. “You’re not going in?” ,Sasha asked. “Um…well….”, Anne meekly replied, '' it's my first time in the girls’ locker room”. Anne looked down at the floor. “Relax, girl!”, Sasha assured her as best she could at the moment, “ You’ve got me with you. Anyone raises a stink about you, and I'll introduce them to old Sadie”. “I still can’t believe you named your cane after Mrs. Croaker”, Anne chuckled. “It’s not that far-fetched, Sasha responded. “I mean, she was an old disabled badass, and who could forget…..” Sasha started to smirk, “....Anna-Banana’s very own lesbian awakening!”. Anne let out a deep sigh. “....Yet again……bonk!”. She tapped Sasha's arm a third time. “And I told you and Marbles that in confidence! In a sacred, confidential game of Discord truth or dare!”. “I’m not going to judge you for being a slimy, Anne!”, Sasha retorted, “Besides, you’re the one who picked “truth””. “I guess you have a point”, Anne said as she grabbed Sasha’s hand…”Though you might want to avoid going around slugging idiots with that back of yours, babe…Ruth. Babe Ruth!”.
The two girls blushed and looked away from each other for a second. "Anyway, let me put my backpack away", Anne said as she finally entered the girls locker room holding on to Sasha’s hand and taking small steps “Well, this is…..”, Anne began to utter. “Girlhood?", Sasha interrupted, "Yep, at one of what is likely one of its most validating points for you. Also, heads up, it’s going to be one of the grossest”. “I was going to say terrifying, '' Anne chuckled, “but that works too”. Anne put in a code, 0722, and waited for Sasha to grab her cane. ”So…”, Anne suggested, “I still got fifteen minutes. I could walk you to Nurse Choi?”. “I appreciate the offer but…..”, Sasha started to put up an excuse to avoid blushing around her ex when the door swung open. It was Emily Morrigan. Emily took a long look at Anne nervously shuffling on one of the locker benches and let out a loud shriek.
“BOY IN THE GIRLS’ LOCKER ROOM! BOY IN THE GIRLS’ LOCKER ROOM!!! SOMEONE HELP GET THIS TRANNY FREAK OUT!”.