Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

Two little girls at the ages of five and eight were playing inside at school during recess. The snow was falling, making a thicker blanket of snow every hour, and it was too cold to send the children outside and play. It was the middle of winter, and it was becoming a harsh and violent one. The wind whipped and howled during the nights, and during the days it was becoming somewhat unbearable.

The girls had become very close within the past month or so. They had met about two years ago, but since the younger one had started elementary school, they became closer. Most people wanted to be the blonde girl's friend because she was an all around nice person, friendly, but most of all, prettier than most of the other girls, unlike her friend who had a fear of people in general because of her past experiences with them, even at such a young age. She also didn't have much to offer other kids because she was very poor and couldn't even buy any of the children birthday presents or invite them out to amusement parks, restaurants, and etcetera. This caused her to be shy and insecure around the other children. Her fear and her status in society made the other kids not want to be her friend.

But the blonde little girl chose the red head over everyone else to be her best friend. Most of the children thought that she was crazy because she wanted to be friends with someone so young, and so poor and helpless.

The two girls were giggling happily and whispering their secrets to each other. They weren't really serious secrets, just funny things that had happened in their short lives. The red head had mentioned that she hated the taste of limes, and the skins from apples made her lips swell if they weren't washed properly. The other had mentioned that she didn't actually like grape flavored jellybeans, but she ate them anyway because none of her friends liked them, and she didn't want to see them go to waste. "I have a real secret this time," one said seriously. The other immediately stopped laughing and looked at her friend in the eyes; she knew that she was about to hear something personal.

"Really?" she whispered.

"Yeah but I never told anyone this except my family. You have to promise me that you'll never tell anyone and you'll still be my best friend," she said.

"I promise I won't tell," the other said. "And I'll always be your bestest friend in the whole world."

"Okay, then follow me," the older girl said and took the other girl's hand in her own. They sneaked into the coat closet and cleared a spot, kicking the fallen jackets and boots out of the way.

"How come we're in a closet?" the five year old asked as she threw a jacket into a corner.

"Because I'm gonna show you something," the one with the secret said and found her backpack in the mess, and took out her mini flashlight keychain. "You have to pinky promise you won't tell and you won't hate me." The other girl saw that her friend was completely serious, and nodded.

"I pinky swear," she whispered, and the two girls hooked their pinkies together. "And nothing could make me hate you. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing. Even if you killed a person, I'd never hate you." The other girl smiled and was glad to hear those words. However, a little voice in her head said that this was a completely different issue and she doubted she'd accept her, or understand. She may even say she had cooties.

"All right, here it goes," she said quietly to herself. She pulled down her underwear and held up her dress with one hand. With the other, she put the flashlight in between her legs.

"That's what boys have," the other girl said and backed up a bit, a confused look on her face. The other one had to hold back her tears from her friend backing away from her.

"I know," she whispered and covered herself back up.

"What's wrong with you then?" she asked, still confused. She still kept her distance, not really sure what to make of the whole situation.

"I'm a transgender. I'm a boy on the outside, but a girl on the inside," she explained as best as she could.

"That's…weird," the red head pointed out and stared at her friend. The poor girl began to doubt her and felt tears fall down her cheeks. "But I like weird," she reassured.

"So you don't hate me?" she asked and tried to dry away her tears. She hated crying in front of people; she knew it was a sign of weakness. She watched as her friend rolled her eyes.

"I already told you I wouldn't hate you. Like I said, we're best friends."

"Do you still think I'm a girl?"

"Do you still like dolls and pink and dresses and stuff?" she questioned her friend seriously.

"I do."

"Then you're a girl. It's as simple as that," she paused to give her friend a hug. "Now come on, let's get out of here and go play with the pattern blocks and make pretty things," she said and left the closet. The young girl smiled to herself as her friend walked out of the coat closet doors. "Are you coming or what?" her stubborn friend stood impatiently, tapping her foot.

"Of course," she said and followed her. Her face brightened, and she was glad that someone else knew about her secret.

So, I edited the prollogue to this and corrected my grammatical errors (the ones that I caught) and made it a little better than it was.

Again, this story is meant to take seriously, and it isn't a joke. So, if you dislike people who are transgendered or feel offended by this story in any way, I discourage you to continue reading. However, I encourage everyone else to continue to read and drop a few reviews here and there to help me improve my writing.