A/N_I made it...Second chapter is finally here! I hope it works for you guys,since these first few chapters are rather slow :sweat drop: It's just setting the scene for the rest of the story and laying out some more than necessary explanations. Oh, and to pigs go oink, yeah8minutes, scorpiodiva & kasjdhyyyy-thank you guys! This one goes with a dedication to you!

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"Watch your mouth, young man." Taylor heard her mom speak in a voice that was soft and kind, but still demanding and calling for obedience.

Did she just…? She called me 'young man', didn't she? The hell?! How can she act as if nothing were wrong?! Doesn't she see me? Is she just gonna ignore me? Anger shot through Taylor, seeing her mom's calm and composed attitude. Frankly, she expected to see her mom's shocked face, or at least a worried one. She even expected a bit of screaming or maybe more so -shouting- on her mom's part. And yet, here she was, in front of her mother, and not seeing a slightest change in her attitude. She was acting as if all of this was something normal, something that was to be expected.

It would be an understatement of the millennia to say that turning from a girl into a boy overnight was just something 'unexpected', Taylor thought bitterly. It was something that was not supposed to be possible at all! Not even in the wildest of wild fantasies should it be possible. Well, not without a sex-change surgery, at least…And even then, it was something that is to be chosen. Taylor was pretty damn sure she didn't choose this. For cryin' out loud, she just woke up and found out that she'd suddenly become this…thing.

What the heck is the matter with you, woman? Don't you even care about your child?! Or do you find this to be a 'no big deal' kind of thing? The thoughts running rampant through her head took all of her attention, so she decided to ignore her mom's tone and just get it all out. And as bravely as possible. Oh boy, she's gonna need a lot of bravado, isn't she…okay, let's just try and see how it goes.

"I'm not a 'young man', mom. I'm a girl, for Chris's sake! Or I was. I mean, I still am, just-I mean…" Taylor trailed off, looking downward, trying to get a grip on her runaway thoughts, and being cruelly confronted by sheer fact that her body, as it is now- is not female. Oh God, even my voice is not female anymore! Did everything change?! Oh god…I think I'm gonna be sick… Taylor was aware that she never did have that silky sweet voice she figured girls should have, but it was a girl's voice nonetheless. The voice that just now erupted from her throat—from her Adam's apple, for God's sake!- was everything but female. It was low and a bit husky, and reminded her essentially of her dad's voice. And that, she figured, was really awesome, 'cause she found her dad's voice to be really cool—it was manly, but more of that sexy and at the same time manly kind of a voice, than that gruff kind of an old, fat man's kinda voice. She flinched inwardly at that unexpected train of thought, and decided to ignore it. Completely. Never to return to it again. Ever. She sighed, moving her right hand to her chest, purely out of habit, and started talking- slowly-as if trying to sound diplomatic or even more so-condescending- toward her own mother.

"I am a girl. I am." Taylor said, keeping her cool as best as she could, which, honestly, wasn't all that much, and continued in a slightly faster manner, "I can never be a boy. Ever. I won't be. No matter what." She stopped suddenly, realizing how unbelievably childish that sounded. But, she figured, she had all the right in this world to act bratty and not give a damn about it. But I already am a boy…and what if I can't do anything about it? …Maybe I should just try to adapt? And 'sides, it might not be all that bad, right? …HUH? Wait a min. Did I just …no …no way in hell! Where the hell did that blasted thought come from?! In a desperate attempt to shift her thoughts elsewhere, she continued, even more hurriedly now, feeling that terribly familiar feeling of pressure in her chest rise by the second. She was starting to panic. And big time.

"I…I know I was never quite the feminine kind, but…" she stopped only to lick her dry lips and to try and swallow her anxiety away, noticing that her effort was being completely crushed by that terrifying lump that grew instantaneously inside her throat; and the worst part was that she knew she could do absolutely nothing to stop it from growing even bigger. It feels like it'll choke me if I try to speak up… But I-I'm gonna fight this till the end! I will not give up until I'm back the way I am. I mean, the way I should be. That's what she tried telling herself at least. It didn't work, though. She was already feeling hopeless. And the fact that she could only feel firm chest-a man's chest-under her fingertips wasn't really helping. In fact, that was the last drop in an already overflowing cup of misery. She was loosing herself by now, and even started laughing hysterically in a desperate try to just get away from all of this.

"…and I mean, I am aware of the sad fact that my breasts weren't exactly something to mourn about loosing, but having at least some breast is better than none…. I mean, I …I am just having a nightmare, right? Yes, that must be it. Soon I'll wake up and all of this will be just a disturbing memory…And then I – OW!"

She looked at her mother, bewildered, feeling a slight twinge of pain on her right forearm. "What'd you do that for?! If I was boring you, or making you uncomfortable you could have said so; you didn't have to pinch me! It really hurt, you know!"

She saw her mother grin at her, as if what Taylor just said amused her to no end. She spoke, for the first time after quite a while, since she didn't want to stop her child's speech, knowing how hard it was for her…errr…him…to speak. She knew she had to let it all out. HE. God…Her child is a boy now…And she couldn't begin to describe how happy she was about all of this. She finally had a young replica of her beloved, and that's what excited her the most. But, saying that to Taylor wouldn't help. It would just confuse her. Him. Oh, whatever! Looking at her child, scared and hurting, she sighed, getting herself ready to do what she had to. She knew there was no other way. It will be a cruel slap to the face, but since he's not here to help…

"You just felt that, didn't you?" She spoke calmly, looking directly into the depth of Taylor's eyes. Seeing the dread and panic clearly on her face, she decided to continue, hoping her child can overcome the primary shock and come to accept her new self. She had no other choice. She was stuck this way, and she had to know it.

"Meaning…this is no dream. I know how this must feel-,"

"You 'know'?!" Taylor screamed, tears of defeat rolling down her cheeks. This was definitely not what she wanted to hear from her mom. She was supposed to be the one to give her child safety, comfort, love and most of all-a helping hand when needed. But this just didn't help Taylor in any way. "Well, since you 'know', why don't you enlighten me? Cause all I can feel right now can't possibly be put into words! You know? Don't joke with me! You have no idea how I-"

"But I do." A low voice was all of a sudden heard from behind them. Taylor looked to the source of the voice only to see her dad standing in the kitchen's door frame, leaning casually against it, smiling lovingly at her-not like she actually noticed that, in the state she was right now.

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"What…did you say…?" Taylor asked incredulously, not even noticing that the tears stopped. Looking at the face of her father, she could see it in his eyes. He was telling the truth. It wasn't just some stupid comforting line. He really meant it. What the hell?!

"Honey. Welcome back." she heard her mother speak, relief obvious in her voice, "I'm so glad you're here. I'll leave the two of you alone. …I guess it's your turn now…" she said retreating slowly from the kitchen, passing by her husband and kissing him tenderly on the lips while walking by. Leaving the man of her life with their younger child, she could feel a smile creeping up on her face. She didn't try to stop it from showing. Everything will be alright now. She knew he would make it right, even if Taylor tried to fight him. To fight all of this…

Following the silhouette of his wife with his eyes, and making sure she wasn't coming back, he turned back to his child and entered the kitchen, coming as close to Taylor as possible. To his little girl. Well, actually, his little boy, as of today. He couldn't help but smile. Taylor made a really handsome boy. He expected that though. While still in a girl's body, Taylor was quite good looking. Cheerleader-good looking, actually. She just never showed off with what she naturally had and the others had to work for. And they had to work hard. Her best friend once tried to dress her up, saying 'it was a pity for such a hot body to remain hidden all the damn time', and he couldn't have agreed more. The result? A complete and utter disaster, never to be mentioned again.

All of that was more than evident right now. She looked good. More than just 'good'. She was hot. And that made him feel proud. Very proud. He snickered to himself, thinking what would be Taylor's reaction if he told her he thought she was hot. It would probably give her a heart attack. Or at least make her skin crawl. Since that's not how fathers should see their children. Yeah, fathers really shouldn't…But he was different, wasn't he…? If only he could explain it to her somehow…Preferably, without freaking her out completely. In the end, he knew he had to explain all of it to her, one way or another. Scaring her away or not, he had to do it, and now. Seeing the inquiring look on Taylor's face, he cleared his throat and slowly begun.

"As I said just a moment ago, I do know how you feel. The same happened to me." He stopped briefly, waiting for Taylor's reaction to his confession.

She watched him, mouth slightly agape, and spoke, slowly, fearfully. "But you're a man now…." Taylor stated mater-of-factly. Realizing the meaning of her own statement, her face suddenly lit up, as if she found a new ray of hope. "Wait! That means…it'll go away? I mean, it went away in your case, didn't it? Oh God, that's great, I was really starting to freak out…" By this time, her smile grew bigger, covering half her face, which gave her kind of a cartoon-character type of look. She never stopped to acknowledge that little voice in her head that told her that she should be wondering what is going on here, not how to make it go away. That could wait, right? She could even enjoy being a—NO! She thought to herself, blocking out that small, weak voice. No, she couldn't…she wouldn't. Not in a million years. It was just not going to happen. Even if she was a little bit curious, still…she just wanted everything back the way it was. That thought is running through my head an awful lot these days, isn't it? She thought to herself sullenly, briefly remembering yesterday's events. Never thought anything would top it off. I thought that was the worst day of my life... Guess I was wrong. Dead wrong.

Her father sighed, looking at her expression overflowing with hope and not feeling good one bit about having to break that same hope, seeing how desperate she was in finding a way out of this mess. Who wouldn't? Even he had a shock when the same happened to him, even though he was different than his daughter at the time. So much different…He accepted the switch as soon as he realized it gave him a whole new world of possibilities. It gave him her, his wife and soul-mate. A faint blush colored his cheeks. "Well…uhh…how do I say this…Y'see…the truth is…." He stopped, sighed yet again and looked her deep in the eyes as he spoke again. "No. No, it didn't go away."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" she looked at her father confused and noticing that he was fidgeting nervously. What's wrong with him? He doesn't fidget. He never did. She looked at him even more attentive, as if trying to see through him. Or at least, inside of him. Inside his mind, actually. She'd always hated when she couldn't figure out what was going on in other people's heads. And since that in itself was a rare occurrence, she hated it even more. She could always rely on her sixth sense when it came to figuring people out. She just had a knack for it. It used to freak everyone out, how she'd guess with just one look what was eating them. Her family was different, though. She could never-and I mean never-see through them. Especially her dad. He seemed like a huge enigma to her, something that she needed a lot off time to figure out.

He looked at her, as if searching for any sign of understanding. He didn't find one. Well, that was to be expected. This situation is rather…unique. And it would amaze him if she actually figured it all out on her own. But, somehow, he knew she wouldn't. Because, if she did, that would mean she accepted the possibility of all of this being true and-what seemed to frighten her the most-long term. "I meant to say that…I wasn't like this to begin with."

Taylor's eyes widened at her father's words, as if trying to register what it was that was just said. No…No way…

"W-wait a minute. You mean…you… Dad…?"

"Y-Yeah..." He said shakily, not knowing how to end this. Should he just get it over with? Lord knows there's not much left to tell. And yet, it felt so wrong to do that. If only he could make it any less earth-shattering, he would. But there was nothing he could do. Only thing he could do was-tell the truth.

"Taylor, I…I was originally female… I was a girl, just like you were."

Taylor gaped at her father as if seeing him for the first time, trying to find a trace of joke somewhere in those lines... But no matter how hard she tried, it was useless-his expression told her everything. Oh god, he's serious, isn't he? What the fuck is going on here?!

"Umm…Taylor?"