A/N, sorry for not putting in the binding thing, to be honest, I didn't even know they put on a binder. I was wondering how ftm make themselves look flat chested… I'm not sure if that's the right term to put it, sorry I didn't really do my research before writing this =P. Thanks for the info, I'll definitely find a way to include it. I'm already thinking I know how. :)

Adam's POV

"Long time no see, Adam" KC said, and slapped Adam hard on the shoulder. It stung, but Adam tried to play it off cool. No reaction… he breathed to himself. "Are you as excited to see me as I am to see you," he gave a crooked smile.

"I don't want any trouble…" I murmured, "Please leave me alone." My voice sounded robotic, I was petrified but I couldn't let KC know.

"Hey, you should be happy; I didn't tell Bianca your little secret. She'd be all over you." I looked him in the face, to see if he was lying. He didn't seem to be.

"You didn't?" I asked, hopefully. My head lifted up slowly, I was quite aware that I looked like a puppy dog, but I didn't care.

"It'll be our little secret, unless, you do something stupid. So, if I were you, for the rest of the school year I'd not do anything." KC grabbed for my neck, and my heart started racing. We were face to face; I could feel his breath on my skin. "I swear, do one thing, and you're dead."

"Why do you hate me?" I said, trying to control the tears that were now streaming down my face. I'd only been to Degrassi for two days, and I had already cried four times.

"Because you're a freak," he said, dropping me harshly to the ground, as he turned and walked down the hall. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve, and hurried to my fifth period class. The bell had already rung, so I knew I would be late. But the math teacher seems pretty nice, so hopefully I won't get in too much trouble.

The rest of the day dragged on, of course. There were a few punches thrown at me here and there during passing time, but for the most part I was good. It was media immersion I was really dreading, Bianca had yet another opportunity to continue torturing me.

I took my seat in front of her, when I felt a poke on my back. My skin was still raw from the many blows I had taken, so I cringed as I felt the touch. When I turned around, I saw that Eli was the one retracting his arm, not Bianca. "Hey," he whispered quietly.

"What?" I asked defensively, and Eli put his hands up like he was surrendering to the cops.

"I was just wondering, do you want to hang out, today, at the Dot?" I smiled a little, and quickly accepted the offer. "Is it alright that someone else is coming too?" I jolted a bit, and suddenly regretted saying yes. Was he bringing a basher? But why would he, he had his fair share of bullying. And he didn't seem like the kind of guy to set me up just to get beat on.

"Who?" I asked, the frightened expression refused to wipe off of my face.

"Just Clare, the one who hangs out with the Indian girl."

"If you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of Indian girls out our school." I whispered to him, hoping not to get caught by Mr. Armstrong, who was talking about something I would never understand even if I was paying attention.

"She has sort of puffy brown hair, and is kind of tall. Everyone said she was getting a breast augmentation,"

"I don't listen to rumors." I interrupted. It was true, with so many rumors spread about me at my old schools I've learned not to care for gossip, whoever it was about.

"Neither do I, but that's not the point. So do you want to go? She's good at math, too," He said, shifting his eyes towards the quiz I had gotten back. 63%. Great.

"Alright." I said, and turned back to class. Inside, I couldn't help but to be a little excited. Maybe me and Eli could be friends. I knew I could use a friend, and I couldn't help but to think he needed one to.

I am stoked for Adam to come on Degrassi, it's going to be so different and interesting. I don't know any other shows that deals with a transgender, but I think more should. The more media accepts gay people, the more average people accept gay people. I think it would be the same good publicity towards transgenders, who probably do get hated by a lot. I've personally never met one, but I know it's probably hard for them.