Trans-Jenna ~ part twelve

Chapter Three - Part Twelve #1

After Mum and dad left me, and after the camp incident with Sammy, that I never really lived down, I decided as the new year had arrived I wanted a fresh start in life. I had asked Aunt, and she had been more than happy with the idea, mainly because I would be in a more mixed gender environment, as apposed to the all boys Pratt party school. 2

We waited until the end of January, a new school year, before enrolling into a public school, not to far from my home, the convenience being it was cheaper, closer to and Aunt told me it was pretty laid back to. So This would mean I would have to leave my old school, my teachers and friends, But this wasn't really a problem for me, I mean I had teachers, but I sure did'nt have any friends, and it was time I had some, before I spent my whole teenage life, wondering what it felt like to have one.3

It was sad to leave the school, but I had only been their a short while and it had brung back a lot of memories, regarding my parents and their leaving. Then again, you learn to get on with your life after a tragedy like that. or in my case, really a blessing in disguise. 4

I had already packed up all my things, and I already had told the principle that I probably wouldn't be coming back. Funnily enough he told me he would miss me, in his words exactly, "We need more boys like you Jack". So he hadn't heard about the cross- dressing incident, or had he heard and just not cared at all. As I leaned forward to shake his hand goodbye, I was sure I could see a thin line of foundation covering his stubble, but then again, I could have just been imagining it. Imagination or not, I was out of that horror of a school, and finally away from Sammy, even though I knew that when I got to the new school, their would most definetly be a new Sammy, but he never had to know any of my secrets, or my story of my camp from hell. I said my goodbyes, walking out his office door, crying tears of joy. Finally free from Sammy's mindless taunting, free from my girlish nick name, free from everything and anything to do with that selfish, son of a bitch. 5

I could start fresh, and no one had to know anything about me, that was the sheer beauty of it all. To them, I'd just be plain old Jack, not four eyed freak, not nerd, and most definitely not Jacky.6

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Christmas was over, new years had gone and passed and it was not long now before I would start my first term at my new school. To start year ten.7

I was excited, I was ecstatic, and the best thing that was yet to come, the girls, oh those girls. During my whole school life, I had never ever had the chance to be in a school with not only boys, but girls. I had already began to imagine what it would be like, but I really couldn't imagine it, I'd just have to be patient, I'd just have to wait and see it all for myself, see what all this girl business was all about.8

Jaye had even pointed out, that this was my chance to find a lady, even if she was only just a friend. We talked for hours about girls, and what they could be and are like in high-school. Jaye explained to me about their groups, their bitchiness, their awful mood swings and the constant flirting. How the hell would I be able to deal with that, what the hell would I do if a girl asked me out, what would I say if she asked me to kiss her, or to hold hands, or hug, or worse yet, what would I do if she asked me to have sex with her ?, Jaye had laughed when I asked him, the thought alone, sent shivers down my spine. I grabbed the laundry basket and pretended to throw up with nerves. 9

How could I ever get a girlfriend, I mean come of the grass, I have been around guys my whole life, it's a wonder I'm not gay. So how the God damn, was I to know how to communicate with the opposite sex. They have boobs, for crying out loud, those things were designed to turn boys on. The only boobs I had ever seen, were Sammy's best friends, Hayden, and those were not the kind to turn anyone on, they were horrible man boobs, that if you ever got a look, then you would be scared for life.10

It was surprising that no one had offered him a bra, or a sports bra at that, cause he sure did need one.11

***12

As the weeks rolled by, it got closer, and closer to the big day, the start of year ten. I would have to say, the week before you go back to school, is hands down the best week of the holidays, besides Christmas week of course, and for many reasons to.13

One was shopping, ever since I had moved in with Aunt and Jaye, I have fallen in love with shopping, this did'nt help having shopholic carers. Aunt , well she brought clothes all the time, her wardrobe was chock block full of them. It was so fun to come back home , after a tired day out shopping, and try on all her new outfits, of course It was her that was trying them out, not me, but I would sit their for hours in amazement at her perfect figure, she really was beautifull. 14

Then there was Jaye, he was addicted to books and magazines. I would have to say on an average , he brought three to four books a week, even more if they were second hand, and as for magazines, well he had a collection that reached far beyond the height of the room. 15

For me my love of shopping had two causes, I have to say, I was a killer for clothes as well. I just loved the smell of new clothes, it was divine. My favorite new clothes smell was new shoes, but I also loved the feel of the fabric, the feel of new socks and shorts, and the feel of a brand new school t-shirt, all freshly pressed for a new year. Then their was number two, stationary. It's cheap, and cool, back to school specials were the bomb. most of the time, when I had gone shopping with Mum, she would always get the dirt cheap stuff, the really crummy stuff. I'm talking every-time you sharpen your pencil you break the lead, at least ten times before you can actually use it again, and rubbers that smudged you Grey lead so bad, your works or art, or your beautiful written assignments, looked like a wet face full of mascara. Just not a good look at all, but with Aunt, she believed in quality rather then cost, and the best part of it all, was that she gave me an extra ten dollars to buy whatever I wanted to use at home.16

See ever since Jaye had given me that leather bound notebook for Christmas, my new addiction had been stationary, along with clothes and books of course. So you could probably believed my smile, that was plastered across my face with excitement, as she handed me the extra ten bucks, and told me to go crazy. I was almost jumping out of my skin, grinning at the cash register girl , as she sent my goodies through the scanner and popped them into my bag of gold.17

Secondly the best thing about school, and a new year, was the fact that you were older, that you felt older and somehow much cooler. So you know, you get the full body make over, haircut, shaver, if you have hit puberty yet, plenty of deodorant. All this along with your laid back, I don't give a hoot attitude, that divides you as soon as you walk in the gate. you got yourself a fine looking, certified hot-tie, if I must say so myself. Except in my case, I was just a medium groomed, nerd , who everyone would probably stare and snicker at as soon as I walked into the school grounds.18

Thirdly, after all this, you say goodbye to the year gone by and start planning your new years resouloutions. This year make new friends, and stop being such a weirdo, where high on my priority list, along with grow a mustache and some more bloody pubic hair. The last one was just a suggestion, not a necessity, and in reality, it wasn't really important, because no one was going to see me anyway.19

All in all all these thing equaled up to one hell of a fresh start to the new year, and all that was missing in the equation was some friends and maybe even a girlfriend.20