Chapters (38)
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue
- Preview of Sick Kids in Love
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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I hit publish and raked my fingers through my hair. I was both exhausted and totally satisfied. The question had proven my toughest yet. I’d spent hours online, scouring through tons of articles and blogs and forums from the transgender community for advice. And after that, I’d gone to Dad. More often than not, the people who commented on my blog were questions I’d go to Mom with, but I knew I couldn’t possibly ignore my dad’s profession when it came to this one. He’d been more than eager to talk about things in a hypothetical sort of way and helped me feel much more apt to respond to the person’s question.
Because when I’d first read it?
I’d felt completely and totally unworthy.
The commenter was trusting me with such a serious and life-altering question…who was I to respond?
But my dad was a successful teen psychologist, and his advice paired with the countless research I’d done in the online transgender community had made me come alive with excitement. With knowledge. With a newfound respect and admiration for all those struggling with similar situations and having no way to know how to proceed.
And now, as I closed my eyes on a long day and finally settled myself into bed, I felt…content. Hopeful. Strong. Drawing that strength from the bravery of the person who wrote in. Who was honest with who they wanted to be in life—true to their heart. Whoever had asked the question, I hoped that perhaps they’d read the response and not feel so alone.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dean
“Mr. Winters,” Mrs. Francesca said, glancing away from her computer. “You’re wanted in Principal Tanner’s office.”
Damn. Shit. Fuck.
My stomach twisted into knots as I gathered my gear, knowing I wouldn’t be back to class. Not since I had yet to produce the person behind Ask Me Anything.
Amber flashed me a confused glance, and I made a point to walk down her row when headed toward the door. I discreetly trailed my fingers along the back of her neck as I passed her seat, the momentary contact almost enough to kill the anger and guilt eating my insides.
I hated keeping this secret from her, but I knew it was for the best. I wouldn’t directly lie to her. If she asked me why Tanner was demanding my time, I would have to be honest with her. I just hoped she wouldn’t push the issue. We both had enough on our plates: me prepping for the TOC, which was now only two weeks away, and her working tirelessly on her end of our little challenge. I knew she would win. Because the idea I’d had planned? Well, it no longer worked with Tanner holding my baby sister’s school records over my head.