Over the next few years I would grow even if closer to my group, during my youth I was clingy like that. I had started the seventh grade now. Over the short period of three months, I and my friends had some how become the "popular kids" of are school. To most of my other school mates being as well known and talked about would seem nice; for me it meant the odds of someone finding out about my problem was higher. Every inch of my school was socially segregated by the term gender; in better words boys over there girls over here. The rule of gender seemed easy for everyone to fallow, it was either you're a boy or a girl. I suspected gender was one of those things were it just comes to you out of nowhere. I waited for the sigh of gender to come to me to, but until it happened I used shared traits to distinguish myself with boys. As I became content in the lie of knowing I was a boy, two large organs came send me back into confusion. At first I thought my chest was just swollen, but as it (they) continued to grow, I knew it was time to get real help. After having my ailment was looked at, I was given a strange diagnosis; you have female breasts. That word, the word female. I was always told I was a boy, but here I was having scientific proof that a part of my body was the opposite of male.