*Welcome to the Friend Zone Part 2* _This part is a bit longer than part 1 because I wanted to add a bit more context for depth.I hope it will be worth your while._ I was jolted into wakefulness by beeping noises and the chatter of voices. Where the heck was l? My vision was blurry at first but after the haze of sleep had faded, I realized I was in a....hospital. Then I remembered everything that had happened. Brother. Friend. Kimberly had called me those...offensive names. Unable to process it..to accept it... I had fainted. Within a few minutes, a nurse came into the room and tested my blood pressure and temperature. After she was done, she said I could go home. I had only fainted probably from experiencing something... traumatic (like being called a brother by the girl you love). The next day, I found Kimberly waiting for me in class on my chair. My heart started beating fast but I took a few deep breaths and sat beside her. We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before she cleared her throat. "About yesterday..... I'm sorry for stressing you out...how are you feeling today?" "I'm okay," was all I said as I took out my chemistry textbook from my satchel. I mean... what else was there to say? We were just friends right? "Listen, Mike I'm sorry if I broke your heart. Don't let this ruin our friendship. The thing is I already have a boyfriend at home and maybe I can give you a chance if we break up. I truly value you and I can't imagine us not ever talking again," I was pretty upset but she sounded genuine and... I didn't want to lose her too. "It's okay Kimberly, I understand," I responded somberly. "So, friends?" She asked as she held out her hand for a handshake of truce and reconciliation. "Friends" I affirmed as I shook her hand. Now I wanted to know about this boyfriend of hers. They had to break up... I needed a chance. "Soooo...Mike," Kimberly spoke when she realized I was quiet, "Since I felt bad about yesterday...I kind of did something to try and fix things." "What did you do?" I asked... maybe a bit to quickly. "You know Tracy Evans?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ummm....yes," I responded rather slowly. Tracy Evans was a transfer student. She transferred to our school (Bradford High School) last month so I really didn't know much about her. She was kind of pretty though. But I still didn't know where the conversation was going. "Well... she's new here as you probably know..so I told her about you... about how cool and intelligent you are and I...asked her to give you...a chance so she said you can go with her to her house today and maybe help her with her physics." I contemplated this. I didn't want anyone playing matchmaker for me but I ended up accepting after Kimberly literally begged me to go. After school. I met Tracy and we went to her house. I was a bit shy so I didn't say much. She was pretty and I could imagine us together...as boyfriend and girlfriend. Maybe Kimberly had actually been right to do this. Her parents weren't home so she took me to her room. Her room looked pretty neat. "Tracy is that your brother," I asked when I noticed that there were many pictures of a guy who kind of looked like...her. She was silent. "Tracy, is that your brother?" I asked again, my voice shaking.. I was pleading. I was starting to like this girl. It couldn't be. The boy in the picture kind of looked like Tracy. No it couldn't be. I was jumping to conclusions. "That's Patrick," She finally answered. I took a deep breath. I realized I had been holding my breath all this time. There was nothing to be afraid of. Patrick was probably her brother. Or was he? "So who is Patrick, your brother?" I asked as I glanced at the Holy Ten poster on the wall beside her bed. So she was a Holy Ten fan huh? I liked Chillmaster and Culture love. "Umm... don't panic, okay?" She said as she sat on her king sized bed. Why would I panic. My heart was starting to beat faster now. I was sweating profusely. This situation felt familiar. Please don't faint.. please don't faint if she says.... No, I had to be strong. I had to be a man. So I nodded. "Well, Patrick is who I was before I became Tracy, before I transitioned through hormone medication to become a girl," she or he (I was confused now) finally responded after a short period of silence. I was flabbergasted. It couldn't be. I staggered back. So she was saying that she was a he? No, this was too much. Why did I always have bad luck with girls? Why couldn't I just have a normal girlfriend? No, she had to be joking. I didn't believe it. "You've got to be kidding me" was all I could say as I wobbled on weak unsteady legs. I was starting to hyperventilate. I needed to calm down. I needed some fresh air. "I'm not kidding Mike. I didn't know you are such a doubting Thomas. I guess I have to show you for you to believe," she said this in a rather sad tone as she stood up and got hold of her skirt. "No, please don't," I begged. I didn't need to see. I really didn't. My brain wouldn't process it. Did I tell you that I really needed some fresh air? I think I did. Before I could object anymore, Tracy or Patrick lifted up her skirt and slid down her underwear. My eyes almost popped out. I staggered back as if I had seen a snake 🐍 (maybe I had). No. This wasn't normal. This was too much. The world was spinning now and my vision was blurring around the edges. It was just too much for my brain to process and the darkness consumed me, once again. I swear, what I saw would torment me forever. I probably needed therapy. As I sank into that familiar darkness, my mind tried to process how someone with such a pretty face could look so... manly down there. All I wanted was a cute, normal girl to be my girlfriend. I wanted a girl. *God, was that too much to ask?* _React with 👍❤️🔥😂 if you enjoyed this... maybe I'll do part 3. In the meantime..keep calm and take care._