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Daffy Duck wasn't the only one with the difficulty.

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Pronoun Troubles
(mh hf mhf etc, herm, gender identity, school politics)
by pseudoRandom

Dana and Pat were fraternal twins who looked, until puberty, almost 
identical.  Certainly a lot of people had trouble telling them apart, 
especially given their unisex names.  These might have been their parents' 
joke.  Given that Tami and Jim frequently claimed there's no point asking 
which was the boy and which was the girl, because they both were, they 
certainly had the twisted sense of humor do that.

	Dana and Pat were both hermaphrodites.  Jim and Tami had adamantly 
refused gender reassignment surgery when they were born, insisting their 
children had to find their own sexual identities.  They tried, in fact, to 
raise them gender-neutrally, with both boy and girl toys and both girl and 
boy clothes.  This more or less worked until they entered kindergarten.  
Then the school insisted every student be listed as either a boy or a 
girl -- not both, not neither.  So Tami flipped a coin twice, and that's 
how Dana started going to the girls' bathroom and Pat to the boys'.

	Through elementary school, Dana and Pat slowly learned to pass for 
normal -- dressing in androgynous clothing, playing only games that both 
boys and girls did.  It helped that they were nearly equally athletic and 
liked soccer, being excellent defensive players.  It also helped that 
neither had any interest in Scouting, turning instead to Campfire for a 
couple years.  Most of the school thought of Pat as the boy and the leader 
of the two, and sometimes he even tried to act that way with Dana, but 
they both knew better -- Dana led, Pat followed.  Jim and Tami still made 
a point of alternating male and female pronouns for both of them, but to 
everyone else, even themselves, Pat was he and Dana was she.

	Then puberty hit and they stopped being able to pass for their 
ostensible genders.  The first, most obvious problem was Pat's breasts.  
By twelve, he'd well-outgrown a training bra.  On his thirteenth birthday, 
he had the biggest tits in middle school.  By that point, he'd already 
been evicted from changing in the boy's locker room for gym and banned 
from using the boy's bathroom.  The former made sense to Pat: breasts, 
even covered by a bra, were incredibly distracting for eighth graders -- 
certainly he found them so.  But the latter outraged him: he had a penis 
and used it at the urinal, didn't he?  But as far as the school 
administration was concerned, secondary sexual characteristics were more 
important than primary ones.

	The second problem was Dana's dick.  Because she always kept it 
inside underwear, it was easier for her to hide it from gym-class-mates.  
But not for long, for it rapidly grew -- by that same thirteenth birthday, 
she was nine inches long when fully erect.  And for all Dana tried not to 
think about the half-naked girls around her in the locker room, it 
frequently was fully erect.  When that happened, it was only a matter of 
time.  Two weeks after she turned thirteen, Dana was moved over to the 
boy's locker room.

	This outraged her even more than Pat.  And unlike Pat, she wasn't 
going to sit still for this treatment.  She started on a public campaign 
against this pronoun trouble (as she called it) to get the school body, 
faculty, administration, and board to recognize that she was a girl.  She 
invested in miniskirts, hip-huggers, midriff-barers, and push-up bras -- 
for while she didn't have the rack Pat did, she wasn't flat-chested.  She 
made numerous public wisecracks about how, as far as the school was 
concerned, it wasn't whether you had tits or cock, but that they were 
large -- that the administration was obsessed with anatomical size -- that 
Principal Skinner had a size fetish -- a joke repeated often enough it 
became public repertoire.  She attended public school board meetings with 
repeated, annoying requests to overturn Principal Skinner's decision.  
But most of all, she started hooking up.

	This last really put her in the public spotlight.  Everything else 
had been dismissed as the usual eccentric behavior of those weird Partlow 
kids.  But going out with both boys and girls -- that was the sort of 
outing that created the attention of scandal.

	Or it would have been a scandal, if Dana and her partners hadn't 
all vigorously asserted that she wasn't bi or gay -- she was heterosexual 
and proud of it.  She was a straight arrow that pointed both directions, 
that's all.  When she was with a boy, she got wet; when she was with a 
girl, she got an erection.  Dana was a girl+boy who dated boys and girls, 
respectively.

	Dana said this repeatedly enough, that most kids kinda sorta 
believed it.  Certainly, the straight kids she hooked up with confirmed 
they'd only ever had straight sex with her.  (So did the gay and bi kids, 
but they would have anyway.)  Pretty good damn sex, if it came to that.  
If you were a girl, not only did she go down on you like the best boys -- 
and do it well -- but she was up for a couple rounds of fucking over an 
evening.  If you were a boy, not only did she go down on you -- she did it 
so well that even if you weren't normally up for a couple rounds of
fucking a girl, she could get you up for it.

	Dana didn't mind her partners gossiping about her -- she 
encouraged them.  Not only did it spread the word about her double 
heterosexuality -- her original intention -- but it got more kids 
interested in hooking up with her.  By May, she never lacked for a date 
for every night of the weekend.

	By then, of course, it was too late to get Principal Skinner's 
decision reversed.  Dana was, at that point, laying the groundwork for 
high school next year.  She was determined to be let back into the girl's 
locker room.  Besides, sex was too much fun to pull back.

	This surprised none of the Partlows, though it did their doctor.  
Jim and Tami certainly had a vigorous sex life.  Dana and Pat had 
developed early -- periods when they were eleven and wet dreams within the 
month.  They both masturbated frequently -- or Dana had, until she became 
sexually active and didn't need to as often -- and had strong sex drives.  
Jim and Tami knew about Dana's social life, and while they didn't exactly 
approve -- eighth grade seemed a little young to be dating, as they called 
it -- they supported her.  Tami in particular had made sure that Dana was 
protected, forcing Dr. Samuel to fit both her and Pat for diaphragms.  
Dana wanted to go on the Pill, but Dr. Samuel adamantly refused, pointing 
out that her hermaphroditic hormones were completely different from the 
women the Pill was tested on.  So Dana used a diaphragm and condoms both.

	Throughout all this, Pat was supportive and envious.  He didn't 
have, well, the balls to take on the campaign his sister had, but he was 
glad she was doing it.  If she managed to get him back into the boy's 
bathroom, he'd be grateful -- urinals were much more convenient than 
stalls -- but he actually kind of liked the girl's locker room.  He envied 
her gumption -- and her sex life.

	The day after they graduated from middle school -- though they 
nearly didn't, for they'd gotten in trouble for switching his girl's cap 
for her boy's cap, so they each wore both colors -- Pat confessed his 
envy, as well as his frustration over not being able to see people without 
calling attention to himself.

	Dana nodded.  "What you need is a steady."

	"But how can I find -- " Pat started, but she interrupted, " -- or 
rather, two of them."

	Pat blinked, then shook his head to clear it.  "Huh?"

	"You need a girlfriend and a boyfriend, both of them bi.  That 
way, you three can go off and have as much or as little sex as you want, 
straight or gay, in twos or threes -- and no one the wiser."

	"And where," Pat said sarcastically, "and I going to find not just 
one but two bisexual kids willing to put up with each other?"

	"Pat," Dana said, "if you think I don't know every single gay and 
bi kid in our school -- and half of them in the high school -- you've got 
another think coming.  Trust me, big brother," she patted his hand.  
"Leave everything to sister Dana."

	Pat shut his mouth and nodded.  He was, after all, used to 
following her lead.

	A week later, on Friday and Saturday nights, Pat and Dana went on 
their first double-dates.  Not that anyone knew -- this was done under the 
social radar, the way the GLBT kid community had learned, starting with 
going to small places on the other side of the city.

	Friday night, Pat found himself in nearly masculine clothes 
sitting next to Carol, while on the other side of the taqueria booth a 
femme'd up Dana was with their classmate, Carol's younger brother, Tyler.  
Carol, who was three years older than them, had driven.  Dana and Tyler 
had hooked up before; it was the first time Pat had met Carol.

	He liked her.  A lot.  She was easy to talk to, for a 
high-schooler -- though of course, he was going to be one himself soon.  
She was about his height, small-chested the way he liked girls, and had a 
wicked sense of humor about being in the closet.  If anything, as it 
turned out, she was more envious of Dana's social life than Pat was.  
Because of this, she'd never gone out with his sister, to Pat's relief, 
despite her intense curiosity about the plumbing.

	In the back row of the movie theater, Pat was more than willing to 
help Carol satisfy that curiosity.  Besides, with an attractive girl like 
her and Dana and Tyler making out in the seats next to him, he was getting 
quite horny.  And being a boy (at least partly) and thirteen at that, it 
wasn't like he could resist making out with a girl who wanted to.

	After the movie, Carol they went parking in a safe place she knew, 
and they all had sex -- Dana and Tyler fucking a couple times in back, 
while Pat lost his virginity to Carol in the front.  Well, one of his 
virginities, unless you counted girl-on-girl and boy-on-girl as two 
virginities.  Pat did.

	Afterwards, at home, Pat thanked Dana for giving him the 
half-dozen condoms she had.  He had been too embarrassed at the time to do 
so properly.

	"Any time, big brother," Dana said.  "Any time."

	Saturday night, they went out again.  This time it was Dana's 
date, Juan, who had the car.  Pat felt silly, dolled up in some of Dana's 
girl-clothing, but he had to admit, she had an eye for how to show off his 
assets -- he was a pretty sexy girl, if it came to that, even with his big 
tits.  Pat was glad of that when he met his date, Matthias -- a 
drop-dead-gorgeous guy one grade behind him.  Pat was practically drooling 
from the first minute.  So was Mat.

	After burgers at an outdoor hamburger place and a joint visit to a 
chain book+music store, the four went over to Mat's place -- his parents 
were out for a couple hours and his sister at a party.  There, Dana and 
Juan -- who, it turned out, was completely gay -- taught Pat how to have 
anal sex.  Then Pat lost his other three virginities, getting fucked in 
his pussy, fucking an ass, and having his fucked in turn.  Once he felt 
what Mat's slim pecker felt like inside his rectum, he stopped worrying 
about having not having a large cock like Dana's -- his was better for 
this purpose.

	Back home, Pat thanked Dana again for finding a perfect date.

	Dana smiled.  "You're welcome, big brother."  Then she turned 
serious, and sat them down together on her bed.  "Now comes the hard 
parts."

	"Meaning?"

	"Was Mat more perfect than Carol?"

	Pat opened his mouth, then stopped to think.  So recently after 
doing Mat, thinking of the boy made his body hum.  But so did thinking of 
Carol -- different parts of his body, but after Mat, now he wanted Carol 
all the more.  "No," he finally said.

	"Do you want them both equally?"

	Pat nodded.  "I think so.  In different ways, but just as much."

	Dana breathed out slowly, in relief.  "That's part two.  Though 
remember, O big brother -- remember what you just said in the months 
ahead."

	Pat didn't know what to make of that.  "So what's part three?"

	"Part three is tomorrow."

	Dana wouldn't tell him what it involved, though -- saying wait 
until morning -- not even when he tickled her.  Or tried to -- as usual, 
Dana ended up on top, tickling him till he cried for mercy.

	Part three turned out to be Sunday brunch at home with Carol and 
Matthias as guests.  Apparently Dana had cleared it with their parents, 
for Jim and Tami said nothing beyond the usual light inquiries to friends 
of their children.  Through the meal, Dana kept the conversation between 
the kids neutral, but after, she and Pat took their guests up to their 
bedroom to talk.

	"You know what's proposed," Dana told the others, "that you three 
go steady.  That means you three need to work out the ground rules."  And 
with that, she started to leave.

	"But -- " Pat started.

	"Nuh uh," his sister said.  "I'm not dating them -- you are."  And 
with that, she closed the door behind her and went downstairs to help her 
mother clean up.

	"So what," Tami asked her as they washed dishes, "exactly is going 
on?"

	"Pat has been kinda sorta interested in Mat and Carol, and asked 
me to play Cupid."  Which was close enough to the truth for Dana's 
purposes.

	"Is Pat in love?"

	"Not yet."  Full truth.

	"Which will she pick, do you think?"

	Dana grinned.  "Both, I hope."

	"Oh," Tami said.  And then in another tone, "Oh!"

	Dana continued puttering in the kitchen, trying not to think about 
what was going on upstairs.  The idea of the three of them making out, 
right now, made her -- well, not jealous.  Envious.  Dana had never yet 
had a threesome -- she couldn't, not without undermining her campaign to 
appear fully straight.  Not unless she completely, implicitly trusted her 
partners -- and Dana didn't completely, implicitly trust anyone.  Aside 
from Pat, but she couldn't hook up with him.  Maybe if she fell in love 
with the right couple.  Or if she ever fell in love at all.

	God, she was horny, just thinking about the three upstairs.

	After an hour alone with Pat, Mat and Carol left -- thanking Tami 
again for the meal -- and a nearly white-faced Pat pulled Dana aside for a 
private talk.

	"They're going on a date together!  Without me."

	Dana nodded.

	"They said it your idea."

	"Exactly.  This isn't you going steady with Carol and Mat and 
sometimes both together -- it's all three of you going steady, in all 
pairs as well as a triple.  You need to know that you can accept that."

	"Oh."  Pat blinked.

	"Also, they need to know if they want to go steady with each 
other."

	"I guess."

	"Trust me, big brother."

	Pat bit his lip, then said, "This is what you meant about the hard 
third part, isn't it?"

	"Yup."

	Pat took a deep breath.  "Right."

	He looked so forlorn at the thought, if he hadn't been her 
brother, Dana would have given him a mercy fuck.  In fact, she was horny 
enough, it was dangerously tempting.  Not good.

	So she took him to the mall early -- they would met Mat and Carol 
there later.

	A couple hours of futzing through clothing stores for both boy and 
girl clothes, Dana had finally lost her erection -- only to get it back at 
the first sight of Carol and Mat.  The two had a sweet, freshly fucked air 
about them it was a wonder to her mall security didn't throw them out for 
indecency.  Pat, judging by his expression, could sense some of it -- 
though perhaps not all.  Boys weren't as adept at these things as girls, 
in Dana's experience -- forgetting for the moment that neither of them was 
a boy or girl.

	Pat and Carol and Mat went back to Carol's house to talk, and 
ending up making out all three together.  Well, for elastic definitions of 
"making out" involving full genital sex in all their five orifices.  Hot 
and heavy -- if as quiet as possible -- monkey sex.  It was incredible, as 
far as Pat was concerned -- better than sex with either one alone.  Just 
the thought of sex with both got him harder and wetter than any one boy or 
girl.

	"Well," Carol said when they lay in a sweaty, panting pile on her 
rug, "I guess that means we're doing it."

	"In secret," Mat added.  He hadn't exactly liked not going public, 
though he understood Carol's problem with being known for seeing a boy 
three years younger than her.  But Pat also wanted privacy.  Let Dana get 
the notoriety.

	"Agreed," Pat said.

	And they did.  Over the next two months of summer, the three of 
them quietly hooked up, in pairs or together, in the secret places gay 
kids knew about.  Pat found himself falling in love with both his 
steadies, though he still had twinges when they were with each other.  
But as Dana pointed out, they felt the same about him and the other, so he 
tried to not dwell on it.  It got easier with time.

	The triad wasn't discovered, which was just as well given Dana's 
antics.  As an incoming freshman, ordinarily she wouldn't have gotten a 
second look from upperclassmen, but she had already hooked up with some 
and used this as an entree to hooking up with others.  She was, easily, 
the best known soon-to-be-ninth-grader the school had ever had.  After 
all, none of the others had ever gone out with the star football player 
before.  And Moose Rockwell had never gone out with a girl for a full week 
before.  (Nor, for that matter, had Dana ever gone out with someone that 
long, but that wasn't what kids talked about.)

	Moose was the star defensive lineman -- an all-state player two 
years running and likely to be for a third.  He was big, both tall and 
wide.  He was also long -- the first boy Dana had ever had with a bigger 
cock than hers -- an inch longer and as thick as her wrist.  Sex with 
Moose was, like, in-fucking-credible.  Now she had an idea what it was 
like to be fucked by her, and if that was the case, no wonder she was 
popular.  She couldn't get enough of Moose cock -- even getting screwed by 
it twice a day for eight days didn't feel like enough.

	So she was deeply hurt when Moose broke it off to go back to Tanya 
Fischer, the captain of the girl's basketball team.  Hurt not just that 
she'd actually been dumped for the first time -- but because Tanya had 
refused to go all the way with Dana when they'd dated that one time the 
month past.

	The experience of Moose got Dana to thinking.  She hadn't been in 
love with him -- and still wasn't -- but she had been obsessed.  Not only 
did Moose give her ideas about sex, but how dangerous it was -- something 
she'd heard from others but never really understood.  Love, sure -- 
anything emotional was dangerous.  But that sex could create these 
emotions in her, that was new.  It gave her something to chew on, and made 
her rethink her campaign.

	Not that it was immediately obvious that the plan was changed.  
The Friday after Moose dumped her, Dana showed up, dressed as a boy, at 
the hip burger joint with Kali Rhamathasan, the new captain of the 
cheerleading squad, on her arm.  As in, all over Dana's arm.  Dana made 
sure that both Moose and Tanya got an eyeful of what they both were 
missing.  But then, this wasn't part of the campaign -- it was mostly 
revenge.  That, and getting good cheerleader head.

	After Kali, Dana shifted her attentions from the jocks and other 
social leaders to other students -- arts students especially, but also a 
couple from the student council as well as a really cute boy genius, Tony 
Wong, who everybody had assumed from his being a 14-year-old senior to be 
basically sexless.  As she had hoped, the reputation as a double hetero 
girl had spread from the social elite outward, but now she needed to 
deepen it.  She also started going out with kids more than once, though 
not consecutively.  These were the kids she wanted to keep.

	In other words, Dana was tired of shopping around and wanted to 
buy.  If she could get a pool of a dozen or so steady partners, she'd be 
happy -- not steady boyfriends or girlfriends, just people she could hook 
up with whenever.  Like Gina, the perkygoth shutterbug for the school 
paper, and the brilliant Tony Wong.

	The week before ninth grade started, Dana made her next move: she 
and Pat tried out for the school soccer teams.  She had to bully Pat into 
doing it -- his relationship with Carol and Mat was slowly turning 
soap-opery, possibly heading for a breakup -- but as usual, he agreed to 
what she wanted.  The argument that it'd look good on his college 
application helped the most, but it didn't hurt that he really was an ace 
defender and so loved the game.

	The high school was large enough that they had two soccer coaches, 
one each for boys and girls.  Tryouts were on the same day, on different 
fields, so they had to scramble to get from one to the other.  They both 
did well -- Dana even managed to score a goal when the girls' coach tried 
her in midfield -- well enough, in fact, they'd shoo-ins for either team.

	Results were announced the first day of classes.  The twins each 
got both of their rejections privately communicated -- that they were 
ineligible to play with the girls/boys and had to play with the 
boys/girls, where they'd surely be a shoo-in.  Pat got a sinking feeling 
as he opened his letters, but Dana grinned.  She had the school district's 
balls now.

	She gave the school two last chances -- first appealing in person 
to Coach Lambert and Coach Suarez, without telling either about the other 
rejection.  Then when both refused, she went straight to administration.  
It took an hour's wait after school to get into Principal Li's office, but 
eventually she did.

	"If this is about your gym assignment -- " he began, but she cut 
him off.

	"I have been rejected from the girl's soccer team on account of my 
being a boy -- " and she lay down one letter on his desk, " -- and from 
the boy's soccer team on account of being a girl," and she lay down the 
other next to it.  She leaned on Li's desk, hands on either side of the
rejections.  "Will you override the coach?"

	She'd worded that carefully, choosing the phrase that would most 
likely set Li's mouth on autopilot.  It worked.  "It is administration 
policy not to second-guess a coach's decisions about team membership" -- 
the same speech Li gave to every indignant parent whose darling didn't 
make the team.

	Dana blinked, as if not getting it.  "Yes or no?"

	"No," he said.  "But now see here, young woman -- "

	"Thank you," Dana said brightly, scooping up the letters, 
"buh-bye!"

	And she marched out of the office and upstairs to the journalism 
lab where Gina, Todd, and Courtney were laying out the first issue of the 
student newspaper, due out tomorrow.  "Nope," she told them.  "You're on."

	The three quickly replaced the generic back-to-school lead story 
with a pre-prepared article the same length about Dana and Pat -- complete 
with Gina's picture of them in shorts and cleats.  And while they did 
that, Dana used her cell to leave a message with every school board member 
asking what they were going to do about such blatant sex discrimination 
and hinting that she had grounds for a lawsuit.  Which she did -- it was 
one thing to arbitrarily assign her the wrong gender, but she'd just been 
told she had neither gender.

	It was not a coincidence that she did this after office hours.

	"Any messages?" Courtney asked.

	Dana checked her cell.  "Nope."

	"Right -- 'As of press time, the president of the school board had 
not returned any calls' stands.  Because we're sending it off -- " she 
clicked her mouse " -- now."

	"Thanks, guys," Dana said.

	"Are you kidding?" Todd said as he shut down his computer.  
"Courtney is drooling at the idea of a journalistic dust-up."

	"Oh, like you aren't."

	He grinned, and Dana's stomach did a flop.  It really was a shame 
he was going steady with someone.  Not that that stopped her from hugging 
him when she did the other two.  Then she went home to gloat and wait for 
tomorrow's results.

	Dana's salvo didn't work nearly as well as she expected.  Oh, she 
and Pat were allowed on the team of their choice -- she chose girls, he 
chose boys -- but Dana was grounded one week for not coming to her parents 
when she had a problem and a second week for threatening a lawsuit without 
parental permission (let alone legal advice).  Two whole damn weeks 
without hooking up once.  She was allowed to stay after school for 
practice, but otherwise it was classes and home and nothing else.  Dana 
almost didn't make it through the drought.

	The worst part was she'd stung herself -- she couldn't hook up 
with any of her teammates.  If she did, either she wasn't a girl or she 
wasn't straight.  Dammit.

	Being out of public circulation for the first two weeks of school
made it harder, once she got back in, to hook up indiscriminately.  This 
confirmed her desire for a small circle of partners.  So at the same time 
she took her next step against administration, she also started collecting 
more friends like Gina and Tony.  Such as Michael, who as an A/V aide had 
keys to storage closets useful for hooking up in, and Celia, who had the 
biggest clit of any girl Dana had seen.  It really was a clit, too, and 
not a penis like Dana's, but fully erect it was two inches long, almost 
large enough to fuck another girl with.

	Meanwhile, three weeks into school, Dana made her first move in 
the gym class front -- just after a history test, she "accidentally"  
walked into the girls' locker room instead of the boys'.  When the teacher 
-- who was also Coach Suarez -- objected, Dana complained she was used to 
using this room for soccer, that it was hard to keep straight which she 
had to use when.  She was still evicted over to the boys' side.

	The next Monday, she did it again.  Suarez made a face and let
Dana finish changing -- "just this once."  Wednesday, she didn't complain 
at all.  From that day on, she quietly remained in the girls' locker room.  
She was careful not to give anyone cause to complain by letting them see 
her cock -- though given all the delicious, half-naked girls around her, 
it was hard to hide her erection.

	It was around this time that Pat and Matt and Carol broke up.  
The strain of secrecy and flashes of jealousy had built up enough the 
triad fractured.  Carol was convinced Pat was seeing Matt more than her, 
Pat thought Matt was cheating with another boy, one still in middle school 
with him, and Matt had lost interest in the threesomes that had become the 
only thing keeping them together.  So the relationship melted down messily.  
Dana consoled Pat through his crying fits as best she could.  From her 
experience with Moose, she had a hint of the emotions involved, but 
really, she'd never had her heart broken.  Her offers to help find a new 
pair of steadies was turned down on the grounds of never being able to 
love again.  Melodramatic, to be sure, but she didn't push it.

	Still, Dana stayed on the lookout.  While she saw occasional 
possibilities, but none that would work well together.  So it surprised 
her a little when a solution she didn't expect fell in her lap: she was 
propositioned by Jack and Diane during lunch.

	The two juniors -- yes, that really was their names, just like the 
song -- were notorious for having occasional threesomes with either 
another boy or another girl.  Dana had just hooked up with Michael in an 
A/V closet, so she was unhorny enough that she didn't immediately jump at 
the chance.  Despite Pat's experience, she wanted -- craved -- a threesome 
of her own.  But until the school let her chose her own pronoun, she 
couldn't compromise her claim of being straight.

	So she sent them to Pat.

	In the couple weeks since The Breakup, Pat had gotten more than a 
little horny.  After getting used to regular sex all summer, going cold 
turkey was hard -- he could see why Dana sometimes acted addicted to 
hooking up.  It had gotten to the point he had to hide regular erections 
when changing for gym in the girl's locker room (the boys on the soccer 
team just got him wet -- something about the team culture suppressed ever 
seeing a hard-on).  He found himself, once or twice, actually thinking 
about the possibility of seeing other people.

	He was doing that when Jack and Diane propositioned him -- 
unfairly timing it, he thought later that night, at a weak moment.  They 
also unfairly double-teamed him -- either a single boy or girl wouldn't 
have been as appealing.  Together, however -- his hormones couldn't resist 
that offer.

	The three skipped the period after lunch to have sex in the back 
of Jack's van.  Jack screwed Pat, Pat screwed Diane, Jack screwed Pat 
screwing Diane.  They didn't have time for sandwiching Diane, but Pat had 
been up for that as well.

	He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening feeling guilty -- 
swearing he'd never do it again.  After some thought, Dana let him be. 
For all she wanted to hear (and masturbate to) the juicy details, her 
brother had to work his own way through this one.

	The next day, Jack and Diane took Pat over to Diane's house, where 
they fucked five ways to Sunday.  Well, five ways, anyway.  They took so 
long, he had to stay up late finishing his homework.  Dana smiled and 
pulled a pillow over her head to block his desk light.

	Over the next week, Pat had sex with Jack and Diane five more 
times, and been seen talking with them once.  This would have been enough 
to make the three the talk of the school if Dana's latest hadn't hit the 
hallways.

	Once Dana was accepted (unofficially) in the girls' locker room, 
she started using the girls' bathroom as well.  She was careful not to let 
any administrators see her do it.  But then one day she came upon four 
girls bullying another in a second-floor bathroom.  Rather than be warned 
off, Dana walked right into it, defending the victim.  It wasn't like she 
was afraid of getting hurt -- she got a half-dozen bruises every soccer 
game.  Besides, she fought like a boy as well as a girl, if it came to 
that.

	Which it did.  Only briefly, until it was broken up and they all 
got sent to the principal's office.  Two bullies were suspended one day 
for fighting and the other two got detention for fighting, while Dana got 
detention for being in the girls' bathroom.  The detention pissed her off, 
but the reason elated her.  It was the mistake she'd been waiting for.

	One call to her mother was all it took.  By the end of the day, a 
lawyer pointed out that if Dana used the girls' locker room, she also had 
to use the girls' bathroom.  And that, for that matter, Pat should be 
using the boys' bathroom.  Dressed up in more impressive language, of 
course, with key words like "discrimination" and "recourse" and 
"compensation" liberally sprinkled throughout.

	The next day, Dana's detention was rescinded and removed from her 
record, and she and Pat were formally allowed to chose whether they used 
boys' or girls' facilities -- so long as they were consistent and stuck 
with it.  It took Pat some thought to finally chose boys.  Dana, it was no 
question.  She was a girl and proud of it.

	Her gender reassignment -- social gender, anyway -- was a 
three-day-wonder, beating out Pat's supposedly seeing Jack and Diane, and 
Tanya Fischer's breaking up with Moose again.

	In the long term, however, the best result of breaking up the 
bathroom bullies was becoming friends with the victim.  Indira was not 
black, as Dana had initially assumed, but Indian -- a tiny, delicate 
Punjabi-American princess who turned into a tiger in bed.  As Dana learned 
when Indira insisted on showing her gratitude in the most intimate way 
possible.  In short order, Indira became one of Dana's most frequent 
hooking up partners.

	This was formalized the next Friday with a celebratory pool party 
at Indira's uncle's house.  Once everyone was there -- Dana, Gina, Tony, 
Michael, Celia, and a handful of other favorites -- Uncle Ramayan kissed 
his favorite niece and went out for the evening.  Whereupon they all sat 
down and agreed to be a pool of mutually hooking up -- any of them could 
partner without worrying about the others.  And most importantly, none of 
them would talk about it (except to assert that Dana was always straight).

	Ground rules in place, the gang stripped down and held an orgy.  
During which Dana finally had a threesome.  Four of them, in fact.  They 
were as much fun as Pat had said -- especially when a boy fucked her pussy 
from behind while she fucked a girl with her cock.  Which was how Dana 
learned that deliberately confusing pronouns has its uses.


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