The early morning light filtered through the trees as Ellie wandered aimlessly through the quiet streets, her mind still reeling from the events of the night. Her torn pajamas flapped around her muscular frame, and she felt every eye on her as she passed by. She kept her head down, hoping to avoid any confrontations.
Ellie finally found herself standing in front of a clothing store. She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in. The clerk behind the counter raised an eyebrow at her appearance but didn’t say anything. Ellie quickly grabbed a few items off the racks—a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoodie—and made her way to the dressing room.
Inside, she changed out of her shredded pajamas and into the new clothes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the tall, handsome boy staring back. She took a deep breath and walked to the counter to pay.
“Rough night?” the clerk asked, eyeing her curiously.
“You have no idea,” Ellie muttered, handing over the money. She grabbed her bag and left the store, feeling slightly more confident in her new clothes.
As she walked, a thought occurred to her. If she couldn’t go home, she needed a plan. She couldn’t just wander the streets forever. Her steps led her to the high school, and she stood outside the imposing building, debating her next move. With a deep breath, she pushed the doors open and walked inside.
The front office was bustling with activity, and Ellie approached the receptionist’s desk. The woman looked up, giving her a polite smile.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“I’d like to register as a new student,” Ellie said, trying to keep her voice steady.
The receptionist nodded and handed her a stack of forms. “Just fill these out, and we’ll get you set up.”
Ellie took the forms and sat down, her mind racing as she filled in the information. She used a new name—Elliot Thompson—and tried to remember as much as she could about her old life to make the details convincing. Once she was done, she handed the forms back and waited nervously.
After what felt like an eternity, the receptionist called her over. “We have you all set. Welcome to the school, Elliot. We’ll have one of our students show you around. James, could you come here for a moment?”
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat as James Parker walked over, his confident smile faltering slightly as he looked at her. “Hey, I’m James. I’ll be showing you around today.”
Ellie forced a smile, her stomach fluttering with nerves. “Thanks, James. I appreciate it.”
As they walked through the halls, Ellie noticed that James seemed unusually nervous. He kept glancing at her and chuckling awkwardly. “So, where are you from, Elliot?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.
“Uh, I moved here from out of state,” Ellie said, trying to keep her answers vague.
James nodded, his eyes darting away. “Cool, cool. This place is pretty decent. I think you’ll like it here.”
Ellie watched him closely, noticing how his hands fidgeted and his cheeks flushed slightly. He seemed almost... shy. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. James was acting the way she had around him. He was nervous because he was attracted to her new form.
She bit her lip, trying to process this new information. James, the boy she had admired from afar, was gay. And he was interested in her—Elliot. The irony was almost too much to handle.
As the tour continued, Ellie found herself struggling to focus. James’s behavior was a constant reminder of her new reality. She had wished for James to notice her, and now he did—but not in the way she had expected. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
By the time the tour ended, Ellie’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. James gave her a nervous smile. “If you need anything, just let me know, okay?”
“Thanks, James. I will,” Ellie said, her voice wavering.
As she watched him walk away, Ellie couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of hope and fear. Her wish had come true in the most unexpected way, and now she had to navigate this new reality. One thing was certain: life as Elliot Thompson was going to be anything but ordinary.
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