A.N. If you have any personal questions about transitioning, please don't hesitate to PM me. Keep in mind the transitioning process is not entirely accurate (time frame wise) in this fiction, but also keep in mind that this fiction is lighthearted in regards to trans-topics (which can get very serious, so again, if you have any questions, I'm open to PM).

Chapter II: Too Fast, Too Soon

Bianca had half her mind set to stay home watching cartoons instead of going to that party.

Still, she had a reputation to uphold and ditching the first big party of the year was not going to win her any brownie points from her "friends."Over the summer, her parents had sent her over to her grandmother living in the States. A few months of clearing her mind and body from drugs, alcohol, and thoughts allowed her to return refreshed; a small part of her still begged for the familiar feeling of tipsy. When she came back to Canada, she fell into her old habits once again. How could she not? Owen wouldn't quit calling, Fitz constantly wanted to catch up, and Ron-Ron tempted her with free weed.

She knew she was expected to get shit-face drunk and hook up with about ten boys tonight, and she wasn't looking forward to living up to her peers' reputation, but what else could she do? Life was easier if she just did what was expected of her to do; It was easy enough to get drunk to the point of blacking out, and if she hooked up, hopefully, she wouldn't remember all those hands and lips and other things touching her and biting her and violating her. Blacking out was a blessing in disguise.

Sighing, Bianca stared at herself in her wall-length mirror. With her much-too-low-cut red shirt tucked into her much-too-tight skirt with a studded belt around her waist and her short leather jacket, she understood why she was thought of as the school slut. She definitely looked the part. She just felt hesitant acting it. This was a new year; she wanted to be different, to fix herself. But how could she? Her name was already set and she doubted anyone would be willing to see her any differently. She might as well let that party side of her take control.

"Yo, Bianca, get out here already!"

Fitz's loud voice cut through the silence of her room, and she took her time pulling on her boots and walking out the front door to his clunky car parked across the street.

"Shit, Bee, you take so damn long," He complained, eyes wandering down her body, "But you look great."

"Thanks, I try." She sarcastically replied, sitting down in the passenger's seat, "Now let's see if this piece of junk can last until the party."

The house was incredibly small looking at it from the outside, but once the two stepped in, they could understand why half of the students were invited to the party. The house could definitely handle that many guests; it had so many rooms, so much space, and countless stairs and hallways; Bianca was a little scared she'd eventually get lost. Already, drinks were being handed out in red cups and the punch bowl already looked spiked with ten types of date rape drugs. Grabbing a cup of beer from the refreshments table, Bianca downed it in one go, the students around her erupting in a frenzied cheer.

"That's my girl!" Fitz hollered, downing his drink at once as well.

This was why she liked parties, Bianca smiled. She was good at it. Partying, that is. She was good at dancing through the crowds, grinding up against the nearest boy and causing him to have a small panic attack. She was skilled in drinking cup after cup without getting completely wasted, although it took quite a few more to finish her off for the night. When she was out, she was out. She was amazing at one-night stands, or at least that's what the rumors said. Parties were her thing. When it came to partying, she was the queen and all eyes and attention were drawn to her, and it felt so damn good.

Usually. Today, she felt sicker than anything. She just wanted to go home and sleep.

The front door opening and the loud laugh of Drew caught her attention, and looking back, she saw the football player walk in with Adam following behind him and that girl. Adam was talking with her, and Bianca fought the urge to throw her cup at her. Fiona, was she? She wasn't even that pretty. Maybe a little. But teeny tiny little, like the size of a grain of sand. Even more little. Bacteria little.

"And the Torres brothers are in the house!" Dave called out, "My boys, get your asses over here! We're about to start!"

The party goers who were not passed out, making out, or any other type of out gathered in the spacious living room, forming an imperfect circle.

"It's truth or dare. Party style. I just downloaded the app." Dave grinned wickedly, "No backing out. Grab a drink, everybody. Some of the things this app will have you do are going to be hard to explain if you ain't drunk."

Bianca rolled her eyes before taking another gulp of her beer. Fitz was right besides her, chugging another can, his face already red and his eyes already glazed over. The dares and the questions were really stupid, she thought. She barely paid attention to them, despite the fact that everyone else in the room seemed to be having a great time, especially Adam. He kept leaning over to Fiona and whispering to her, sharing a hushed conversation with the older girl. Bianca glowered. Maybe she wasn't drunk enough.

Already, one girl had to give Dave a lap dance, Jenna had to make out with Sadie, J.C. had to tell everyone his biggest fear, which happened to be spiders but it hardly surprised Bianca. She always pinned him as a softie anyways. A few more dares were handed out to students she didn't give half a shit about. The only entertaining thing that came out of the game so far was that Drew had to suggestively give a water bottle head. She decided Drew should stick to getting head instead of giving; he looked like a dog trying to eat an ice cream cone off the street whilst having a broken neck.

"Alright, Adam. Your turn. You're doing a dare." The clearly drunk Dave hiccupped, gleefully shaking his phone waiting for the app to settle on a dare for the younger Torres.

"Ha! This is perfect!" Dave smiled. Adam visibly gulped, although his face was beginning to redden from the single cup of alcohol he was slowly consuming throughout the night. Bianca wasn't surprised at that as well; Adam didn't look that much like a drinker.

"Alright, alright. This one's funny. It comes in two parts. First, you have to be in your underwear."

Dave had Bianca's full attention.

"Next, body shots off the girl wearing the color the app picks."

Everyone in the circle hooted and hollered as Dave shook the phone once again. Adam was a little red, embarrassed, but on the whole side, he seemed not to be too phased. Probably the alcohol, Bianca assumed.

"Red!"

Bianca noticed Adam's eyes went round, as did Fiona's and Drew's, and she raised her left eyebrow in confusion. Everyone seemed to be staring at her. Why? Was there something on her? She looked down and saw nothing wrong, just her tight skirt being as uncomfortable as ever and her red shirt as loose as a-

Oh shit.

"H-her?" Adam stammered, probably scared Bianca would yell or refuse.

"I guess it's me." Bianca shrugged, standing up. She didn't care; she was drunk (or at least the kids at the party thought she was) and she was bored. She figured this would at least be a little entertaining, seeing the boy struggle and blush trying to get the dare right. It wasn't as if she wanted him to do it. It was for the sake of partying, for the sake of fun.

All the boys cheered and the girls giggled, although she could tell Fiona was not very pleased nor were Alli and Drew. It didn't matter; they hated her no matter what she did. And seeing Fiona mad was just too fun.

Approaching Adam, she slowly pulled her shirt off over her head, and she could see the flicker of anticipation in Adam's eyes mixed with fear and hesitation. But he'd do it, she was sure. Hell, even Drew looked ready to pounce on her.

"You gotta strip too, bro!" Dave yelled, and Adam hesitantly reached down and pulled his pants down, much to the glee of the other guests. His boxers had little puppies on them, Bianca noted with a smirk. How cute. He then reached down and pulled off his shirt, and Bianca was at a loss for words. This body was completely different from the one she had revealed to the whole school last year.

Although there was still the faint outline of surgical scars running underneath his pectorals, his breasts were completely gone. He had worked his body hard over the summer, and it showed. He was broader, his stomach was toned with the distinct outlines of abs beginning to show, and his arms, although not overtly muscular, were well defined and cut. He had a nice body, Bianca thought to herself, not that she cared.

"No backing out now, Bee!" Dave drunkenly smiled, pushing her towards the ground.

Clad only in her bra from waist up, she lied down on the ground after brushing Dave's hands off of her, hearing the cheers and the drunken encouragements from the other party goers. Dave dropped a lime wedge into her mouth that he took from the refreshments trays, which she held between her teeth and between her lips. He began pouring a thin line of salt, from the top of the bellybutton, between her breasts, and to the middle of her neck.

"Get thisf ovfer wiff, Torres." She said from behind the lime wedge, her words muffled. Adam's nervous expression was replaced by a more confident one, thanks to the alcohol as well as his newfound pride in his body. Probably the positive reaction from his peers to his naked upper body, Bianca smiled, good for him. She immediately frowned. Not that she gave a shit.

"Here's the shot."

Adam placed the cup on the ground before leaning over Bianca, very slowly lowering his head towards her belly button. She felt as nervous as his breaths felt on her bare skin. For a good five seconds, he stayed there, not quite touching her but his breath still brushing up against her. She hated how excited she was getting.

Tongue.

She could feel his mouth finally move the final few inches necessary to lick off the salt on her stomach. Slowly, his tongue lapped up, following the trail on her stomach, occasionally moving back down to lick up any salt grain left behind. She felt herself involuntarily shiver, but told herself it was because she was shirtless and it was cold, not because Adam's tongue felt so fucking amazing at doing what it was doing. Did he do this before? He must have.

His tongue continued its journey upwards on the salty trail, slowly moving between her breasts, although she felt his tongue occasionally stray much too far from the salt trail to be unintentional. Stop straying and stay between the breasts, Adam, not on them, Bianca sighed. Or at least she tried to. She was too busy pressing her teeth as far together as she could without juicing the lime wedge. She didn't want any sounds stuck in her throat to slip on through, not that Adam could ever make her.

He was finally at her neck, gently lapping at the most sensitive areas of it, causing her to close her eyes and flinch, hoping he would finish but at the same time, never stop. A small sound in the back of her mouth threatened to spill out, but before it could, the soft tongue was gone. Bianca could hear him drink the shot, and a few seconds later, his face was in front of hers. She opened her lips, allowing him to lean down and take the lime from her mouth, but for a split second, their lips touched. Both he and she paused, breaths bated despite the cheers and hollers of the kids surrounding them. She turned her head and he pulled away.

Before he was completely vertical, she leaned up and quickly whispered into his ear, "We're drunk." This doesn't mean anything.

He repeated in the same whisper. "We're drunk." I know.

He finished the dare, and Bianca quickly got up and pulled on her shirt before rushing across the room back next to Fitz, ignoring the glares from Fiona, Alli, and Drew. She also tried her best not to return Adam's confused gaze searching for answers, because she wasn't sure what happened herself. Ninety percent of the students here would forget the dare or remember it and brush it off as another party drunken moment, but she knew she couldn't and she knew he couldn't as well. This was different.

Now she really wanted to go home. No hooking up tonight. Maybe a getting drunk didn't sound so bad, though. No, no, she was already drunk, she reprimanded herself. When you're drunk, you're not responsible for anything. You don't have to do anything but apologize for being drunk. She was drunk and he was drunk. Yes, that was the only way this made sense. It must be true.

Sighing, relieved that the party was still continuing without a hitch, the subject of the intense party games now Sav, Bianca looked up. At that same moment, Adam faced away from his brother and caught her eyes.

They could see it in the other's eyes. They both knew.

This changed everything, everything.

He mouthed something to her.

"But we're both drunk."