My sisters best friend Tracey was in that class. Tracey was cute. I didn't have a
crush on her though. We were taking up word problems on the board. Mr. Kent asked
for the first answer. I put my hand up. Tracey gave me a puzzled look, like why are you
bothering to put up your hand. Mr. Kent looked at me in the same way. Then he said,
"Steve, what's the answer ?" Steve put his hand up after I did but Steve gave the wrong
answer. Then he called on Paul. He didn't know. Then Mat, George, Jeff and then
finally Wayne got the right answer. I felt as if he thought I wasn't there or didn't count. The seventh problem I didn't realty understand and didn't put my hand up and Mr. Kent
called on me. Four", I answered. Wrong, negative four was the answer. Then Steve said loudly enough for me to hear but not loudly enough to cause a disturbance.

"Stupid girl, shouldn't be taking math.", I was an A plus math student, my sister
was an A plus math student and I knew for a fact, because Steve was on my hockey team,
that Steve was barely passing math .
The next class was Biology. I was very quiet. The boys were loud and obnoxious. I
didn't learn anything.
I was glad to escape from Science class. I thought that at least lunch would be easy.
Tracey and I went to the cafeteria and met up with a group of my sister's friends. I
bought my usual lunch, a couple of cheese burgers, a slice of pizza, a large order of fries
with gravy, a few chocolate chip cookies, and a couple of milks. When I sat down the
group of girls looked at me like I was from Mars, "Are you going to eat all of that?"
Melinda finally gasped. I just nodded yes because my mouth was already full. As I ate
I looked at what the other girls were eating. Melinda had a muffin, Denise had an apple
and a banana, a couple of them had nothing, Tracey had one little hamburger and two
girls, that I didn't know, split an order of fries. This was strange. To fit in I left half of
my fries uneaten. I was full anyway, bloated in fact.
The lunch hour conversation started with gossip and fluff. Then Tracey got going
and the conversation edged towards films, books, and philosophies of life. I was talking
about things other than sports, for once. Tracey was really intelligent. I thought if I
were a man I'd really like that girl.
Then some big stupid football players came and sat with us. The whole group turned
into a bunch of giggling idiots . The same girls who had just dazzled me with the quality
of their thoughts had turned into total flirtatous dips. Even the wonderful Tracey turned
into an airhead. I was disgusted. I decided to go outside for some air before English class.
I went out in front of the school and sat on a bench. It was a beautiful sunny late fall
day. Then some scruffy looking guys drove by in a pick up truck; they were obviously
laborers. They slowed as they passed ."Nice tits !" yelled the driver and, "I want you!" ,
yelled the passenger hanging out his window as they drove away. I gave them the finger
and walked home covering my sister's breasts with her arms. If I were a man and I
heard those guys say that to my sister, I would have been angry but I was a woman, and I
just wanted to get away from them . I wanted my own body back. My sister had won, I
couldn't handle a day as a woman.
When I got home my sister was there watching boxing on the sports network. Two
middle weights were pounding each other. It seemed barbaric and repulsive and boxing
was my favorite sport as a man . "Great release, a good fight.", my sister said smiling
with my large grin. "Never realized how cool boxing is . By the way you're suspended.
I punched out that Greg idiot in gym class." I could almost smell the testosterone in the
air. " The jerk kept fouling me in the game so I popped him one . A nice straight jab, likeyou showed me before. Funny thing is, I thought you were dumb before, showing me
how to punch." My sister had felt her first overwhelming surge of testosterone and
adrenaline that plagues fifteen-year-old boys and she wasn't prepared to handle it. I had
fifteen years of build up, I was used to it.
I couldn't believe she hit someone over a stupid sport and got me suspended. As a
guy I never hit anyone, my mother and sister would have killed me . I told my sister that
I wanted my body back. Why, couldnt you handle it? She asked triumphantly.
"Boys are dumb," I said, not believing that I had admitted it to my sister of all
people.
"They're also jerks who always try to dominate one another with stupid immature
rituals. The testosterone driven monkeys and their damned pecking order, it all pisses
me off. I'm sorry but I don't know how you can stand being a guy."
We switched brains back . I was myself again. My sister immediately started to feel
bad about punching Greg. I started to think that Greg probably deserved it. He could be
a real jerk and not just some of the time but most of the time.