My name is Bailey Pickett. I'm a girl. Well I am on the inside. On the outside, I look like I'm somewhere in between a boy and girl. Technically you could say that I am a boy. I have a penis, even though I don't really want it. I also have breasts…small ones. They've only just started growing. My parents don't know that I have been taking hormones. I wear a lot of loose clothes to hide them. My voice is also getting higher, but that could be explained as normal puberty.

I was about to start Seven Seas High School, aboard the S.S. Tipton. I wanted to apply as a girl, but all of the spots were taken. I hoped that I would be able to hide it from my roommate. I knew people like me weren't generally accepted in society. We were even lower than gay people.

I waved my mom off as I signed in. I needed to talk to the school psychologist because I would need to keep taking my hormone pills when I ran out, but I could do that after I settled in.

I headed to my room to see that my roommate was already there. He was kind of hot with long brown hair.

"Yo, I'm Bailey Pickett." I said with a deeper voice. "Sup"

"Hey Brosef. What's going on Zack Martin." He declared as he stuck his fist out. Was he trying to punch me? I let a shriek and backed away. He just stared at me.

"Oh right fist pound." I replied as I pressed my fist against his. "Whoa, what a mess."

"Oh no, you're not one of those neat freaks, are you?" He stated in exasperation. "Cause I've dealt with one of those before."

"No man, I'm just one of the guys." I replied as I opened my suitcase and he pulled out my bikini top. If I was going to go swimming, I would need it because even though my breasts were smaller, I imagined they wanted me to cover them. "Uh that's my girlfriend's."

"Well I didn't think it was yours." He declared as I began to unpack. "So what's your girl like?"

"She's very intelligent and she's got a great personality." I lied.

"Arf, arf." He barked.

I then took out a rope that I was planning on hanging a curtain with.

"Whoa dude, I didn't mean to offend you." He said as he threw his arms up in the air.

"Oh no, I just thought I would hang a rope and divide up the room. I like my privacy." I remarked before standing up.

"Aw you are one of those neat freaks." He responded with a depressed tone.

"Nah, nah, I'm really easy going." I replied as I took out a piece of paper. "Here's the bathroom schedule."

"I don't think I can go on schedule." He remarked.

"It helps if you eat bran." I told him. I wanted to get him to know if I was ever going to tell him. I needed to make sure that he wouldn't freak out.

I then noticed that he was scratching his back…with my hairbrush.

"I cannot believe that you used my hairbrush to scratch your back." I replied as I dropped it on the floor and left the room. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go to the psychologist because the teacher called for everyone in class.

I liked to take school very seriously. I had won a national scholarship with my essay. It probably wasn't even the best that I could have put out, but I didn't feel comfortable sharing that because I didn't trust the teacher or anyone handling it not to tell anyone.

It didn't take me long to figure out that Zack had an identical twin brother named Cody. The biggest way to tell them apart was the fact that Cody was scrawnier than him. He must have been the neat freak brother that Zack mentioned.

It also turned out that Cody had a roommate named Woody. I could just tell by looking at him that he was a slob. His tee shirt had some kind of stain on it that I did not want to determine what it was.

The teacher Miss Tutweiller seemed to be busy dealing with London Tipton, the ship owner's daughter that probably shouldn't have still been in high school. She seemed like she was a really handful. Anyway, Zack, Cody, Woody, and I stayed behind while everyone else went to the planetarium.

"That's one good-looking cephalopod." Cody remarked as we looked over the pet octopus. Most classes only had a hamster or maybe a snake.

"And you know they're highly intelligent, they can be taught to open jars." I explained as I noticed that Zack and Woody were having trouble with a jar of their own.

"Stupid jar." Zack groaned.

"We should get a hammer." Woody suggested. Really?

"Yes." Zack agreed. So I could tell my roommate wasn't really smart.

Woody then proved to be the stupider of the two by taking the octopus out of the tank.

"Woody, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Ooh, it's mushy." He commented.

"And delicate." I pointed out. It then started to squirt ink all over his face. We started to laugh before he passed it to Zack, who passed it to Cody, who passed to me. Since I really didn't like being dirty, I accidentally threw it out the window. "Fuck."

Cody reached out the window. I hoped that I hadn't thrown it into the ocean.

"Can you see it?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's stuck to the side of the boat." He explained. "Hold my legs and lower me down. I think I can reach it."

We all grabbed onto him.

"Okay, I got him." He stated. "Seagulls attacking. Seagulls attacking."

We began to pull him back in.

"Don't hurt the octopus." I declared.

"No, you're right, it's cool." Cody remarked. "I'll just let them peck my eyes out. Pull me in."

Zack pulled…Cody's pants off and we found he had some rather interested boxers.

"Are those Care Bears?" Woody asked.

"This is a nightmare." Cody declared.

"It doesn't really look that good from this end either." Zack quipped and I resisted the urge to giggle girlishly. I liked a guy that could make me laugh. He then pulled his brother in and he put the octopus back in aquarium.

"What in the world is going on here?" Miss Tutweiller asked accusingly.

"Nothing." We all answered at once before Cody's pants fell down again. I couldn't help but blush.

"Are those Care Bears?" She asked with a giggle.

We then headed back to our rooms. I started to wash my face. Like I said, I really didn't like to be dirty. I wasn't OCD, but it was still uncomfortable.

"Come on." Zack declared as he banged on the door. "How long does it take for one guy to rinse off?"

"Well excuse me for moisturizing." I snapped. I then realized that I forgot to lower my voice. I popped out and thought of something fast. I hoped that he would buy it. "Which I need to do after I shave?"

"Shave what? You're like one of them hairless cats." He replied.

"That's because I shave so much." I declared. He then walked into the bathroom and I heard the water and I decided to take my hat off and let my hair down. I was proud of how much it had grown.

"Hey have you seen my soap on a…whoa?" He asked as he stepped out. I stood there in shock. "Dude, you need a haircut."

"Uh, I can explain." I stated as I began to tie my hair back. I wasn't sure what he thought of me at that point.

"Please tell me that the explanation is that you're a girl because I'm strangely attracted to you right now." He quipped.

"Well that's where it gets complicated." I replied in my normal voice. "This is hard for me to explain. You see, I'm technically a boy, but I like to see myself as a girl. I wanted to apply as a girl, but all of the spots were filled. Since my name is Bailey, it would work either way. I started to take hormones so I could grow my hair out and I would grow breasts. Please don't hit me."

"Wait, so you're one of those trans-genial people?" He asked.

"It's transgendered." I explained. "No one was supposed to find out. You were supposed to be taking a shower right now."

"So somehow this is my fault?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied. "Don't you knock before leaving a bathroom?"

"Wow you are a girl." He commented. "You've definitely got the irrational behavior part down pat. So how does all of this work and why come here?"

"Because I couldn't take it anymore in Kettlecorn. I couldn't swill any more hogs or any of that." I explained. "Not that I don't love it, but it's a really conservative place and no one would understand. Even getting my pills from Kettlepod was a big risk."

I then put my hat back on.

"I can't let anyone find out." I told him. "I can't. You have to promise you won't tell anyone about this. Please, please, I'm begging you."

I grabbed onto his hand and got on my knees for dramatic effect. He smiled. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it seemed like it was a good thing.

"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret.' He declared as he patted my hand. Suddenly, the door opened.

"Woody said he's willing to trade…" Cody remarked as he entered before stopping suddenly. "Why are you guys holding hands?"

"Uh…secret handshake." Zack improvised before we made up some motions. "Yes. Oh by the way, I am not trading roommates."

He then pushed his brother out the door and closed it.

A little bit later, we went to the game room.

"So why didn't you want to switch roommates?" Cody asked.

"Uh…we figured opposites attract." Zack declared.

"And when he says that, he means clean and messy, not like boy and girl or anything." I piped in. Zack glared at me. I might as well have flashed them.

"Uh, why don't we go play some pool and let Cody and Woody work out their issues?" Zack suggested. It was probably a good idea so I didn't put my foot in my mouth any more. We then headed to the table and I prepared to hit the ball. "Here let me show you how to do it."

"Thanks Zack." I whispered.

"Why can't get along like that?" Woody asked before walking away.

"What are you doing?" Cody asked as I noticed the position we were in. Zack broke away from me.

"So how about them Patriots?" He asked. I still couldn't help but wonder if people thought we were gay. It wasn't gay if I didn't consider myself to be a guy. Luckily, London came in to divert attention from us.

We eventually ended up playing a game, that got interrupting by some loud sirens, which Cody mistook for being the signal for a sinking ship. I got knocked down while Zack, Cody, and London ended up falling into the hot tub. I was glad it didn't happen to me because that could have raised a lot of questions.

I decided to just go back to the room. I took my shirt off as I prepared to head into the shower. Though, before I could enter the bathroom, Zack entered the room.

"Lock the door." I commanded as I covered my bra-covered breasts.

"Those are definitely breasts." He stated. "So how does all of this work? Do you still have a…?"

"Yes." I explained. "I would need surgery to get it removed and I'd have to wait until I'm 18 to get it without parental consent. My parents don't really know about any of this."

"So I am the only person that knows about this?" He asked me.

"Well, aside from the doctor who prescribed me my pills, yes." I answered. "I just am surprised that you haven't told anyone. You really could have."

"I know that I don't understand the way that your brain works, but I'm not going to hold you back from what you want." He declared. "You know most guys wanna play a football or something when they grow up."

"I told you. I'm not a guy." I declared.

So I technically could end the story there, but I feel that there is more to explore here. Will Bailey able to keep her secret? Will she tell her parents? Please don't forget to review.