Chapter 2

Gary Antonio Torres was in heaven. He had waited until now to shower, grateful for the full force of the showerhead. The one in the cheap apartment he shared with his dad and step-mother had almost no pressure at all. He sang, in Spanish, enjoying the way it echoed off the shower stall. After he bathed, he decided to indulge himself. It was after one in the morning, and he felt safe.

He started out slowly, rubbing the 32B breasts he’d developed when he was fifteen. The exact medical condition that caused him to grow breasts was called gynocomastia. His chest had started hurting, the nipples so sensitive he could barely stand a shirt. As the breasts started developing, his dad freaked out and took him to the doctor. After a series of tests and bloodwork, he was sent to a specialist, who ran his own tests. He’d never forget the conversation the doctor had with them when the results came back.

“Mr. Torres, your son is one of a rare few. There’s only been a handful of cases documented. When he hit puberty, both the male and female markers for providing sexual identity became active. Your son is basically your daughter now, the female aspect far outweighing the male. That’s why his penis never developed. It will make it hard on him to fit in now with his peers.”

He actually reached out and patted his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gary, for what lies ahead of you. My best advice is decide who you want to be and stick with it. If the female side wins out, and it looks like it will, you should consider living as a female. We can get you counseling, help you transition, if you like. It’s totally up to you and your parents. In my opinion, it’s the best course for you to be able to live a reasonably normal life. Whatever you decide, if you have any questions, feel free to call us.”

His father had thanked the doctor and led him out to the car. They sat in silence for a minute before his dad exploded, hitting the steering wheel so hard it cracked.

“No son of mine is going to be a damned sissy! You hear me boy? I got an idea.”

He drove to a drug store and bought a wrap style bandage. He had to wear it every waking hour to hide his cleavage. Gary was afrad to object because his father had a very bad temper. The least little thing would set him off, and it usually ended badly for him. He went all the way through school hiding bruises.

After he developed, high school became a nightmare. The first day of P.E., the coach had them run, then hit the showers. Gary waited as long as possible before taking off his clothes. Locker room chatter came to a screeching halt.

“Damn, dude, you got tits!”

“Yeah, and look at his dick! It almost isn’t there.”

The two football players took it farther, teasing and taunting while the others laughed. “I got to feel those puppies,” smirked the biggest boy in the room. Gary started to run but another huge guy grabbed him. The first started tweaking his nipples, which to his shame hardened.

“Shit! I think she likes it. Look at that mouth, I’ve kissed a lot of chicks with uglier mouths. I don’t want to kiss it, but I can think of other ways to enjoy it.”

The rest of the guys started getting nervous. Taunting was one thing, forced sex something totally different.

“Dude, back off. This shit ain’t funny any more. Let him go.”

“Fuck you, Brainboy. When I get done with her, I might do you next.”

Gary felt like he was in a horror movie. And in horror movies, everybody screamed. So he did, at the top of his lungs, before a hand was slapped over his mouth. The scream was enough to bring in one of the P.E. teachers. Things spiraled out of control after that, ending up in the principal’s office.

The football coach was there, worried that two of his star players faced suspension at the least, serious criminal charges at the worst. He tried to broker a deal. Gary didn’t want his father to know what happened, so he made a proposal. He was permanently excused from P.E., with a passing grade, and if the boys involved gave him the least amount of grief for anything, charges would be filed. They agreed immediately.