Work in progress, the language will change etc. but its the next chapters I think you all will find interesting. Please comment with suggestions if I should make this furry themed or not. It works either way. It is about the transgender adventure of a teacher who wants to keep his job and obtain what he truly wants to be. I will be using suggestions after each chapter to base where the story will lead. I want this story to stick with the "norm" of society so this story would take a realistic spin. This is realistic fiction...ish. It is what I believe would happen in a situation of a tight knit community (with your suggestions as the story goes on) and what would happen if this really happened.


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Staring at the desk, exhaustion mixed with boredom and anxiousness. It left a daze in his mind. Muffled sounds tried to pierce the cloud, slowly becoming louder and louder until—SNAP! “Mr. S, the bell rang. Can we please go?” Huh? Uhhh ohhh sorry. Class dismissed.” Everyone would always ask Mr. S why he wanted to become an elementary school teacher. Silly question, but Mr. S is not your ordinary elementary school teacher. Mr. S is transgender. He hopes to become transsexual, obstacles barring. If you asked his students what they thought of him they would reply “Just like any other teacher. He is caring, loving, always looking out for us and going that extra mile.” That doesn’t sound too bad….except that these students are referring to their past teachers; female teachers. In a perfect world it wouldn’t matter, but in this world there is much controversy. Mr. S for that very reason has tried to keep this secret for so long. Mr. S is not known for being overly feminine. Sure, he loves to cook, is a teacher of young children, the way he talks and treats others, his actions and beliefs towards various things. Even the way he would speak towards other male teachers showed it. I mean, nobody knew he was bi-romantic, but the vibe they all got from him was that of being gay. In fact, Mr. S is asexual, despite his advances towards others. Of course Mr. S would fool any person with his outward appearance. Gruff, grungy, some would even say “macho.” But all this would now be the least of his problems….least and most. Today would be a defining day for Mr. S, for he would be facing his worst fear…he would have to come out openly about his desire to become transsexual. He had talked to his doctor and had been approved to start with pills and surgery, but he must obtain approval of the District Administrators to keep his job through the transitional process. Although he did well to hide it, Mr. S must now come out to his friends and coworkers today, whether he likes it or not.

Mr. S sighed deeply, his head in his hands as he leaned heavily on the oaken desktop whispering “Coming out should be empowering….so why do I feel so terrible?” The rhetorical question bounced off the walls of the empty classroom, back to him, reminding him of the meeting waiting for him. If he obtains approval, he can keep his job and start the treatment. If not, he would have to choose between living happily as himself, or his job. “This is a serious thing” he thought to himself, trying to reinforce his attitude, going over his pitch which he had rehearsed numerous times before today. He whispered to himself again “It is all or nothing” greeted by a shockingly upbeat voice responding “Relax,” causing Mr. S to jolt his attention up towards the classroom door. “This situation may be serious, but you are family and we support you fully.” It was the principal, Dr. Quiorez. “Thank you for telling me in advance so I could prepare my speech to express why we should keep you. We value everything you have to offer our school Sihr, and we cannot afford to lose a teacher like you.” “But I only told you yesterday Dr. Quiorez….” “Stefen” Dr. Q interrupted. “How many times do I have to remind you, we are family. Call me Stefen” the principal said, waving his finger. “But it is polite so I guess that will help you out. Anyway, they refused to let me in during the questioning, but I have already given my statement. The vice principals second everything I had to say and will be there with you. The super intendant is a dear friend and promised to try to make this fast. All is well from my perspective, so it’s up to you now. They sent me over to escort you to the meeting.” “Meeting….so that’s what they’re calling it…” Hey, I was able to get them to allow the Gay Straight Alliance (GSA) and Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender (LGBT) clubs in to watch the meeting. They support you Sihr, take it for what it’s worth.” Mr. S had had attended numerous meetings to show his support of the community. He even helped out and informed the members on important information and issues, but they never knew the truth about him. The club members only had the same assumptions as everyone else…that Mr. S was possibly gay.

Mr. S sighed again, walking out the classroom door and down the hallway, Stefen close behind. “Relax, stay calm, and be positive. You can do this.” Thanks” Mr. S said quietly, holding back tears of fear. Mr. S waved to many different students as he walked down the hallway, their innocent faces showing confusion as Mr. S’ worried expression alarmed them of something being wrong. Just outside the meeting room door, Mr. S jolted to a halt. His heart raced, pounding against his chest making him feel like it was about to break out of his chest, his hand stuck to the doorknob, unable to turn it. After what felt like years, a little girl, a first grader named Alice, tugged at Mr. S’ shirt, trying to get his attention. Alice had a huge, glossy eyed look. She was a former student of Mr. S, last year when Mr. S taught Kindergarten. “Here” she said boldly, smiling wide and hugging his leg tightly for a moment before skipping off. Mr. S unfolded the sheet of paper. Inside was a yellow flower, Mr. S’ favorite color, and the note read “Nvr gve op.” Mr. S smiled a little more confidently, gripping the door knob tighter and with one last sigh, turned the knob slowly and entered the slightly darker room, leaving the soft, encouraging eyes behind.