"I can explain." I declared. It looked like I was going to have to tell her.

"So, are you a girl or a boy?" She inquired.

"I'm a girl, but some people, a lot of people would say that I'm a boy." I answered.

"What?" She asked.

"Have you ever heard the term transgender before?" I replied. It seemed like I was would be teaching her something.

"No." She declared.

"Well it's basically when someone is born with the brain of one gender but the body of the other. Like for example, I was born a boy, but I knew from a young age that I was a girl." I explained.

"Are you boobs real then?" She inquired. "Can I see them?"

"Yes, they're real but I'm not going to show them to you in the library." I told her.

"Well how about in the bathroom?" She suggested. For some reason, the library had a unisex bathroom.

"If I show them to you, do you promise not to tell anyone?" I inquired. She nodded her head. I sighed and went to the bathroom with her. It was a little uncomfortable because she wanted to touch them. I wasn't sure why I let her do it.

Once we came out, she had more questions for me.

"How do you have breasts?" She asked.

"For the past year, I've been taking estrogen supplements, which have allowed my hair to grow longer and me to develop breasts." I answered. "It's basically a daily pill I take that makes me more feminine."

"Do they work on girls too?" She questioned. That was something completely different.

"Addison, I got my pills prescribed by a doctor…well at first. I did buy some in Santo Domingo, but I've only been taking the recommended dosage. Taking estrogen can be dangerous." I declared.

I then decided to change the subject.

"So, did you still want to study, or did you only invite me because you wanted to hit on me?" I asked.

"I guess we can study, but I was hoping for some making out." She stated.

"Well, I don't really like girls like that." I joked.

We studied for a little bit before we eventually headed back to our rooms. I really hoped that she would keep her word and not tell anyone. She seemed like she could be trusted and I wanted to believe that she could.

When I got back to the room, I found Zack was facing my vanity.

"Hey Zack." I greeted him.

"Hi, Bailey…" He stammered. "I didn't expect you to be back so early."

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Why aren't you looking at me?"

I then went over and noticed that he was wearing some my lipstick.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. I was a little bit surprised, but I wanted to hear him out.

"Alright, so this is something that no one really knows about me." He said. "When I was younger, I used to play with my mom's makeup and even dress up in her clothes a little. I stopped doing it after she caught me and never really thought much of it until I met you."

"So, are you saying that you might be transgender too?" I questioned.

"Maybe." He declared.

"Well, I can't diagnose you as transgender. It needs to be something determined by a psychologist." I explained. I still needed to see if I could talk to him. "I do have one simple question. Do you ever imagine yourself as a girl? Do you ever think what your life would be like if you were the opposite sex?"

"Occasionally." He admitted.

"Well I was going to see the school psychologist tomorrow and I think that maybe you should come with me." I suggested.

"Okay." He agreed.

"So, do you chase girls to compensate for the fact that you may want to be one?" I questioned.

"No, I definitely know that I like girls." He replied. "I also know that I don't like guys. Does that mean that I'm not like you?"

"No, gender and sexuality are not exclusive to one another." I answered. "It's just like how not everyone is straight. You can be a girl and still like girls, even though I don't."

I was a bit surprised by what was transpiring. Granted, it would be nice to know someone else who was transgendered because it would make me feel less alone. I didn't feel like Zack was messing with me. I didn't have any way to verify the information that he had given me and I didn't want to talk to Cody about because I wasn't sure if he knew and he would probably also wonder how I found out. I realized that I needed to stop having people accidentally find out the truth about me.

The following day after class, Zack and I went to see the psychologist Dr….no wait Mr. Blanket. I was a bit surprised that they didn't hire someone with a doctorate. Though, maybe he had the best interview. I hoped that they hadn't gone with the first guy that they interviewed.

"Mr. Blanket?" I asked. I was still a bit nervous, even though he was trained to deal with people like me.

"Yes, come in." He declared. "How can I help you?'

I decided to close the door before I removed my hoodie. He looked like he was waiting for me to say something.

"My name is Bailey and I'm transgendered." I explained.

"So, you need help discovering yourself. I have an idea." He told me.

"I know who I am…mostly." I remarked. I had a pretty good idea. "But that's not why I'm here. I'm here for my roommate Zack."

"Hi." Zack replied.

"Zack is here because he and I think that he might be transgendered as well, but we're not sure and we were hoping that you could help." I declared.

"Well, I'm not the most experienced with transgender patients, but I can give it a shot." He responded. "When did you first want to be female?"

"Are you asking just him or both of us?" I inquired. It was at that time that I wondered if I should address Zack as male or not.

"Well you can answer if you want to." He replied.

"I think it was probably first grade. My brother and I were in different classes and the teacher separated the boys and girls at recess. I knew I wanted to play with the girls, even though I liked sports. I wasn't even sure why I wanted to, but I thought that if I was a girl, I could play with them." Zack replied.

"Are you happy with the way that your body looks?" Mr. Blanket questioned.

"Well I don't really like looking just my brother. I have wanted to grow my hair longer." Zack responded.

"I think you should try something." The man said. "I have a patented style called the Blanket Method."

I wondered if he had really gotten a patent on it or was just saying it.

"I think you should go for total immersion." He continued.

"I don't know what that means." Zack replied. He probably needed my help in school.

"You should dress, act, and think like a woman for a short period of time. Let's say two days." Blanket suggested.

"I don't know if the school would go for that." Zack commented.

"Just tell them you're under orders from me." Blanket declared. "Now you should get onto immersing yourself."

I couldn't help but wonder how the approach would go. It was an interesting idea. It may have not been the best idea, but it could really give Zack some insight. One thing that I did consider was with such a small class, the chance of being bullied for such a thing was statistically lower.

"Oh, and one more thing." He interrupted as we were about to leave. "Part of your immersion should include going by a different name."

We left the room to head to the clothing store.

"I really haven't thought about names." Zack stated.

"Well we could go with Zoey?" I suggested.

"I don't really like Zoey 101." He declared as we began to look through the racks. "So, do you think that just buying jeans and tops could work?"

"I don't think that's what he had in mind." I answered. I didn't mind dressing casually, but I really had even less time to do that. I had been to the library in Kettlepod a few times dressed casually. "I really think he wants you wearing skirts and dresses. That also means that we'll need to wax your legs and maybe your arms too."

"Can I just wear something with long sleeves?" He asked as he pulled out a black a long-sleeved dress with red flowers on it. It actually looked nice. Maybe if Zack determined he wasn't actually transgendered, I could have it.

"I'm still going to need to wax your legs." I replied. I had to admit I was a little excited because I had never really done any like it. As much as I liked how Zack looked, I kind of wanted him to be transgendered because it would not only give someone to really discuss things with, but would also give me a female friend. The only person you could really understand a transgendered person was another transgendered person.

"Do you think I can borrow something to sleep in?" He asked.

"Zack, we're not the same size." I explained. The hormones had stunted my growth. I was 5'5' and if I had to guess I would say that he was about 5'10". "You'll have to buy something for yourself."

We eventually left with a few different outfits for him. I didn't buy anything for myself because I wasn't going to go for the immersion with him because I knew who I was. Maybe someday we could go out together, but I doubted either one of us was ready for that.

Once we were back in the room, we put the clothes on the bed. In addition to the clothes, I also got some hair extensions that matched Zack's shade of blonde. His hair was dirtier than mine and I did not mean because he wasn't washing it enough.

"Now, first thing's first. You need to let me do your makeup." I stated.

I wasn't the most experienced cosmetologist, but my sister had taught me a little and I had also watched YouTube videos. I had an idea. I was going to accentuate his eyebrows to make him look more feminine. After I was done with the makeup, I added the extensions.

"You can open your eyes now." I declared. He did so and I realized that didn't make a difference. "Maybe you should take a look in the mirror."

He went to the bathroom and I went with him and I saw the look of shock on his face.

"That's me?" He asked in disbelief. "I look so hot."

"Thanks for letting me know that I did good work." I commented. "Of course, you only look female from the neck up. There's still a lot of work to do. You should put your dress on."

Those were words I never thought I'd say to him before last night. Not long after, he came out wearing the dress, along with a pair of black tights. I was starting to wonder if I should start calling him a she. I would probably wait until we were absolutely positive about his gender before reaching that conclusion.

"Now this part is going to hurt." I stated as I prepared to wax his legs. I put the towel in his mouth so no one would wonder why he was screaming.

About half an hour later, I looked at his smooth legs with a smile on my face. Other than a lack of breasts, he looked a lot like a girl. I wasn't even sure if people would notice that because he had such nice legs.

"Let's go back to names." I suggested as he rubbed his legs. "So, I assume you don't want anything that starts with a Z. How about Ashley?"

"Sure." He replied.

"You can't just say sure." I argued. "It has to be a name that you'll like. It's what I'll be calling you until this is over and maybe after. If you want me to call that, say 'My name is Ashley.'."

"My name is Ashley." He said. "I like it."

"Good." I replied as I started to put my disguise on.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"We're going to see your brother." I replied.

So Zack is definitely is definitely transgendered. How will Bailey help her on her journey to Ashley. Also Ashley looks like Cara Delevingne. I was surprised how much she and Dylan look alike. Please don't forget to review.