[Back to the present day and carrying on with the story]

Kylie was the first person I’d ever been told all the gory details. I wasn’t including Gloria, Robert, Julia or Charlie in that because they are all part of the story. It felt rather strange to have spent a good 2 hours reciting the events, the highs and lows of how I came to be here.

“So that’s who Gloria is! I would never have guessed.”

I considered telling them who I was but I didn't want to cause a scene if they reacted poorly. Nobody would accuse Mick of being the most level headed member of society. Clinton seemed to be a different case. He wasn't at all like Mick and I wondered if they were friends solely because they were on the same team.
I decided that it wasn't worth the trouble. But then again, if everything went according to plan, I'd be going to school as a girl when it reopened in September.
When I got out of my own head, the boys were still looking at me expectantly.

Chapter 11

Endre wants to flee his war-torn planet.
His hope lies with Captian Jespersen who smuggled refugees before.
What he didn't know was how high the price is he may have to pay.

"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it, I just want to know that this is something you really want" Mum said sitting next to dad across from Gaby and I.
"Your mother's right. Could this be some form of PTSD?" Dad chimed.
"Exactly. You boys went through God-knows-what on that island, especially you!" Mum followed
"Mum." I said weakly
"You said you dressed like a woman the entire time and then the things that boy did to you, this could just be a way for you to cope"
My father nodded.

It must have been a demon who dreamed up a life regarded with male presumption. From the prescribed stoicism placed on a first born son, to the stifling collar of the school uniform, every moment was one of irritation. Yet I followed the path of least resistance, for no other reason than to lessen the blow. To conform was to evade conflict until such time as it was necessary.

After attending the Halloween Dance fully en femme, the next morning Jason has to deal with the possible consequences of the risks he took. Will he be humiliated, or get away clean?

Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals: Book Four.
Or, "Autistic Potter and the Goblet of Fire."

Notes: I do not own this. J. K. Rowling does. This is just fan fiction. No money is being made. Not by me, anyway.

There may be a few bits and pieces lifted word-for-word from the canon material. I tried to do that as little as possible, though, but there's a lot more in this one than usual because it was unavoidable. Still, lots of details are changed, so don't skip by familiar parts or you might miss something.

What if back in the golden era of the training bra, back about in the late 1960s there was an underground newspaper for boys who want to wear training bras, run by other boys who wore training bras. It would have an advice column and training bra reviews and ads. It would be a place that truly understood. Perhaps it would look like this. BTW - you can send in your questions by adding them as a review. The Training Bra Times will try to answer all your appropriate on-topic training bra questions