Chapter #3Arguing with Ms. Stick by: symbiote   "Why don't you look?" shi replied.
The lady with the clipboard looked up sharply. "Excuse me?" she asked, startled at this student's forwardness.
Shi pointed and smiled at the bewildered secretary. "Your notes. Why don't you look it up? I'm sure my mother sent all this stuff to you weeks ago. Bernni Dunn. With two n's."
The secretary lowered her clipboard and glared. "It would just be easier if you told me." She walked back over to and behind the front desk, then knealt down and opened the filing cabinet.
Bernni raised up on to hir tiptoes to see the secretaries nice and tight little behind, but found hirself having to adjust hir pants a bit. A couple of female students walked by and giggled, causing hir to look their way for a moment. When shi looked back, the secretary was staring at hir, file in hand.
"Dunn, Bernnadette. 18 years old." she began reciting.
Bernnie cringed. "Just Bernni, please. Please?"
The secretary hmm'd and skimmed down the page a bit. "Oh, you suffered from PCS? You've been a student before?"
Now Bernni looked a little forlorn. "Yeah," shi whispered. "Purple Cord Syndrome, type A3/B1. My name used to be Bernard Pierce, I guess. Mom was..." shi cringed again, "My mother was my girlfriend, Becky Dunn." That last part was barely audible, as if shi was ashamed of it.
At this revelation, the secretaries eyes widened and she smiled broadly. "Oh, I remember Becky! Wait, you're Bernie? I'm Tracy! Tracy Zdeike? Becky and I used to..." she stopped, straightening up and regaining a bit of her professional demeanor. Then she gushed, "Wow, I never would have... no, no wait I see it now! Wow, you look pretty good as a girl!"
Now Bernni was hot behind hir ears, blushing heavily. "I'm a type B1, lady. I don't remember my old life, except what people have told me. I'm sorry. But thanks for the compliment." Shi had grown up with this sort of thing, hir mother's friends always comparing hir to Bernie.
Ms. Zdeike had a slightly pained look, as if she'd just done something incredibly unprofessional (she had). Then she looked back at hir file. "Type B1, but also A3. That makes things tougher- we can't put you in the girl's dorm, because you can make them pregnant. We can't put you in the boy's dorm either, because you could get pregnant. And you look like a girl."
She reached down and grabbed a piece of green paper, copying a bit from the file to the paper. Then she handed the paper to Bernni. "You'll have to go to the Nurses Station for an evaluation. It's just over there across from us, on the other side of the Courtyard." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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