Author's Note: Hey readers, this is my first Degrassi fanfic. I've actually only recently started watching Degrassi when it was announced that Jordan Todosey would be joining the cast. For those who don't know Jordan played Lizzie McDonald in Life With Derek and she was one of my favorites to watch so in honor of her I started watching Degrassi and boy do I love it. She is such a talented actress and just how she deal's with life is inspiring.

I hope you enjoy this story. It's basically everyone's reactions to the new Adam as well as his point of view type chapters. For the first few chapters it will be on his family and friends and what they think about him and then Adam will take over.

Please review,

PenBrook


"No!" the twelve year old Gracie Torres yelled to her mother as she threw the dress to the ground. "I don't want to!"

Her mother sighed as she tried to control her daughter. "Gracie you have to. Grandma's coming over and you want to look nice don't you?" she asked while picking up the wrinkled dress.

"But Andrew doesn't have to wear a dress." she complained, crossing her arms over her slowly developing chest.

"No but Andrew is a boy" her mother emphasized rolling her eyes at her disobedient child.

She glared at the ground before softly muttering out: "I wish I was a boy." her arms still crossed.

The mother sighed. She was used to these comments now days. Ever since her daughter was young, in fact when she had first married the girl's father, she knew that there was something off about her step-daughter. She never was into dresses and makeup and dolls, never wanted slumber parties or wanted to hang with all her girl friends like any other normal girl. All Gracie wanted to do was play with mud, eat food, read comics, and hang with her brother Drew.

Drew didn't have a care in the world. He loved that his sister wasn't girly. He loved that he didn't have to be tortured with the question his mother asked him often 'does this dress look fat on me?' or be embarrassed when Grace wanted to hang with him and his friends. To Drew Gracie was just one of the guys; another brother.

But to Audra Torres she was concerned. It just wasn't normal. Even tomboys liked hanging with girls and doing some girly stuff. Like sleepovers but not Gracie. Her husband, Greg Torres and Gracie's biological father just thought it was a phase, nothing to worry about. He liked the fact that his daughter wasn't into boys or dresses and whatnot. He didn't know the first thing about raising a girly girl so with Gracie a tomboy it made raising her and Drew a whole lot easier.

She remembered when Gracie first got her period at the age of thirteen and a half. She screamed for two hours on how it was just gross and unnatural. Audra had tried to explain to her the nature of puberty and growing up, how she'd one day be attracted to boys, go on dates and later get married. All Audra got in return was a scrunched up nose of disgust and a comment saying how she hated boys and was never marrying them. She chocked on that thinking the possibility of her daughter being, dare she say it, a lesbian, but her husband once again shock his head on it, only calling it a phase.

One morning, around July, just before Gracie's first year of high school, when two boys came down for breakfast instead of one did she know that this was indeed not a phase.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Audra screamed. "I knew Gracie liked guys but to sleep with one at this age?" her eyes were glaring daggers at the boy who took away her daughter's innocence. "Who the hell are you?"

"Adam." the boy said hesitantly, like he was testing it out for the first time, before grinning widely. "My name is Adam."

"Well Adam you can get the hell out of my house and never dare look at Gracie again or you'll be charged for rape!" she threatened.

"Uh...sorry but I can't leave."

"And why ever not?" she glared once more.

"Because, I'm your son."

A loud thud was heard and darkness surrounded her.

When she woke up she knew her Gracie was gone for good and 'Adam' had taken her place.

It had taken a while for her to get used to the fact that she didn't have one son and one daughter but two sons. It was hard for her to adjust to the fact that Gracie was gone. As much as she loved Adam for who he was she just couldn't hide the fact that she wished he was normal, that he was her daughter again but she knew that'd never happen. Does the phrase 'a snowballs chance in hell' come to your mind?

Even now, after all that issue with Adam turning back into Gracie, back into Adam was over as well as the camp fire that was like a memorial for her daughter she still wished for Gracie back. Though she didn't mess up any pronouns or names she knew that Adam knew that she was still struggling with the fact of it all. What mother wouldn't struggle? But still, she felt like a failure.

Because of what he was he was bullied more than ever. Because of what he was Drew got hurt. Because of what he was he might never find a chance at love and because of what he was she would never have that picture perfect normal family.

But Adam is normal, her mind argued with her.

She still remembered the conversation that she and Adam had in the car after the entire Grandma incident.

The day was just let out and Audra was waiting for her daug-er son to arrive. She didn't expect to see a poorly dressed person entering the car.

"What happened?" she asked.

He ignored her question by asking him one of his own. "When you look at me, do you see a boy or a girl?"

She sighed. "Oh Adam,"

"Just answer me!" he demanded quietly yet fiercely.

She looked down. "A girl." she whispered softly, as if ashamed.

"I said goodbye to Gracie a long time ago but you haven't and that sucks." Adam noticed that she wasn't looking at him. "Can you look at me?"

"I'm trying my best." she said and then looked at him. "I just don't know if I can say goodbye to my daughter." she sniffed yet no tears fell. "The only time I see her is when Grams comes, or in pictures." She took his hands in hers. "You made such a pretty girl."

She noticed he paused before commenting. "But I was never happy-"

"I know." she said. "But I just don't understand."

"You don't have to, just accept-"

"Accept what," She interrupted. "That your life is going to be hard?" she asked in a hurt voice, hating to see her child suffering.

"Mom it's hardest when I'm Gracie." Shock smeared across her face. She never realized that. "If I'm going to get through this I need you to see me as Adam, your son." He then said the hardest thing she would have to do. "You have to put Gracie to rest."

When the bonfire came she did put her to rest, really she did, but that doesn't mean she didn't mourn.

Truth is, no matter how much time went by, no matter how much she loved Adam and how much he was happy in her heart she would always miss and yearn for Gracie, her once daughter.