Chapter 15: XIV.

PART TWO:

THE SECOND DAY

Friday

23rd May 2025

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. . .

After I woke up, I immediately ran into the bathroom to puke. His cock didn’t taste funny or anything, I just would never like to suck a dick ever again.

“Never again…” I groaned to myself. I got onto the toilet to change my tampon when I suddenly heard a knock on the door, it was Goryo.

“Are you good?” He asked softly as I told him that he could come inside.

“I don’t mind,” I sighed as he stepped inside the bathroom. I wonder if anyone knows that we’re both in here, just in the bathroom. Obviously nothing suspicious was going to happen.

I pulled out the tampon from my vagina, observed how red it was, and tossed it in the trash. Then I started pissing.

After pissing, I flushed the toilet, and stood up. My pants were still down and my panties pulled to the side.

“What?” I asked Goryo, who was visibly blushing.

“...nothing-” He was very clearly trying not to look down at my vaginal area.

I went over to the drawer of the sink and grabbed a tampon. I washed my hands quickly, just to ensure they were very clean.

Then I unwrapped the tampon, and while standing up, and my back turned to Goryo, I put the tampon in.

“So, it’s Friday.” My voice was hoarse, I cleared my throat. While staring at Goryo through the mirror, throwing away the plastic from the tampon and then washing my hands, once again.

“Yeah, it is-” He stuttered, still blushing. He wasn’t looking at my private area, so it was all okay, and even if he was, I still wouldn’t have really cared.

“Are you going to come to the party tomorrow?” I asked him, my voice soft and light. No more gruff tone from my throat.

He nodded as I pulled my pants up. I turned to the door before speaking, “Can you flush the toilet for me please?”

He did just what I asked him and then we both left the bathroom, I turned to my room and Goryo started to follow me.

“I have to change, can you wait in the lounge?” I asked him with a gentle tone as he nodded and went to find the stairs.

I entered my bedroom and grabbed clothes. A plain black t-shirt, some lace gloves that didn’t cover my fingers, a zip up hoodie, which was also black, though it had some white patterns like stripes on the sleeves and a skull on the back, a couple of chain chokers, baggy black cargo pants, and of course my black knee high boots.

“...maybe I am emo,” I joked to myself, though I didn’t laugh. A trans boy who wears dark clothing and is quite quiet and pretty much a loner is best friends with a trans girl who wears bright clothing and is quite loud and cheery while also being the most popular girl in my grade. I think that’s pretty funny.

I love Diana. She is the greatest friend I could have ever asked for. We’ll always be there for each other, and I hope she can find an amazing girlfriend to take care of her for the rest of her life one day. She really deserves it-

“KING!!!” Diana shouted as she charged into the room and I pulled my shirt over my head, immediately clasping my hands onto my breasts.

“Diana! G-good morning…!” I stuttered as I let go of my breasts, letting them jiggle slightly, even if there was barely anything there.

She chuckled as she stepped closer to me. Diana has gotten used to seeing me change, as we’d usually change in the same room together. After all, we are gay man and lesbian girl best friends. There’s no harm in seeing each other naked from time to time.

“Are you excited to meet everyone today?” Diana chuckled lightly as I finished getting ready for the day, running into my own bathroom this time, as I hadn’t wanted to puke in it just mere moments before, and started brushing my teeth.

I answered her with my mouth full of toothpaste, “I really don’t care about meeting everyone.” And I was being brutally honest too.

The only reason why they were probably excited to meet me was because Hibiki told them about Hojimi, and the mansion, and the amount of money my family name has, and well, basically just because I’m fucking rich.

“Oh…” She sighed, “...well you’ll probably get along with almost everyone, …I hope.” She very clearly said that last part a lot quieter than the rest of her sentence.

“I mean, I already get along with Celeste, so-”

I spat out my toothpaste

“-I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Diana came into the bathroom and I rinsed my toothbrush with the hot water. I was always one to wash my toothbrushes with burning hot water, to ensure the germs would actually be gone.

“It’ll be perfectly fine! Just stick by me and we’ll get you everyone’s good sides!” Diana giggled as I smiled lightly. Everything was going to be just fine.

. . .

Nothing particularly important or relevant happened on the boat ride, just me rambling on about how nervous I was.

I hadn’t seen my father, but I did say bye to my mother, considering by the time I got back to the house, they’d most likely have already left to see my aunt Lucy during the typhoon.

She knew Akane and I would be fine with just each other, we always are, and she said that, if it was okay with their parents (and we had to be real damn good sure that it was okay), that we could have some friends over during the weekend.

So I guess that's my excuse for throwing a party, and they’ll never know.

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The only thing was that I was most likely going to miss school on Monday, on purpose of course, and just forge a note, considering my mother’s handwriting isn’t exactly the neatest thing in the world, somehow, considering how proper and fancy she tends to be. And Akane would go to school and give it to them.

And then I could also have Diana stay with me as well as her parents do not care in the slightest if she goes to school or not.

Then we’ll clean up on Monday and then my parents will be back on the island towards the nighttime and I’ll tell her that Diana was able to come back to sleepover again.

We all got off of the boat and headed into the bright and vibrant town of Jimi to make it to class, which we would most certainly be late to today.

“You guys can go on ahead to make sure you get there on time!” I shouted as everyone ran ahead. I turned to Diana, “Let’s go get coffees!” I chuckled as she did as well.

“What are you going to get?” She inquired as I muttered the exact order I get everytime.

A simple, yet very delicious caramel iced coffee. That was what I liked drinking. I would’ve gotten one yesterday but I especially didn’t want to be late to school.

Today’s first class was going to be my English class that both Diana and I are taking since it doesn’t hurt to try a new language, and English is a very spoken language.

Maybe not so much around here, but it is spoken around the world. And especially in Shibuya.

Hisa is fluent in it and my mother knows a good amount to at least hold a conversation without getting confused immediately.

“Should’ve seen that one coming,” she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes, obviously joking around with me.

We went into the coffee shop and not very long after we started sipping and walking towards the school.

. . .

We had to get late passes because of our little obstruction, which was perfectly fine with me, but not so much with them. So here we were, sprinting in the hallways of the school, trying not to be extra late to class.

Diana had run ahead me slightly and knocked on the door. I noticed a figure that wasn’t very familiar, and heard Diana talking, though it was very quiet. She was probably telling someone that I was nearby.

I slowed my pacing slightly now, I really didn’t care if I was that late to class.

I heard my phone ring, which was probably my mother texting to ask why I was late to class, which I would respond to later, telling her the truth because I’m not a bad son.

I was now standing in front of the door frame and noticed Diana standing in the room, further ahead of me.

She had dropped her drink that I bought her on the ground, which was fine that she dropped it, and I assumed she was probably getting scolded about it, which had made her nervous.

But this wasn’t like her. She wasn’t one to get nervous over a scolding. She didn’t have her late pass either and I could hear her breathing… heavily.

And dear god, why was her body trembling like that? She was shaking, bad, really badly.

“...Diana?” I said loud enough so she could hear.

“Oh good!” An elderly woman's voice came to my senses from the desk with a computer. It wasn’t a voice I recognized, she must’ve been a substitute teacher. “Can you tell Enzo over here to keep moving along?”

My body suddenly went stiff as I dropped my coffee on the ground too. “...w-what?” My voice shook insanely as my body trembled too, staring at the teacher as I took a step forward.

“Ha! So I guess he understood that Bianchi is actually a tranny, huh?” Some deep gruff voice came to my ears and I stared at the teacher.

“Y-you must be confused y-you see… Diana has a b-brother named E-Enzo and she just…”

“Why does his name say Diana in parenthesis on the sheet on the laptop?” The teacher spoke.

“...” I couldn’t say anything. I was too broken to understand my thoughts, to lie, to say what could’ve fixed a misunderstanding.

But no, this wasn’t a misunderstanding. Diana’s deadname, Diana’s legal name is Enzo Bianchi. Diana Bianchi was born a boy and transitioned before coming to Hojimi High.

That way she could express herself the way she wanted to without worrying about getting bullied.

I ran to get in front of Diana and she was still. Her stance was broken and she was still trembling. Staring into my eyes, she let a tear fall down her cheek as her voice came out, deeper, way more masculine, a voice I hadn’t heard since I was in Shibuya. “...I’m sorry…”

“Don’t say you’re sorry!” I shouted as my expression changed, I wasn’t shaking, I was enraged. I was fucking pissed off. I turned to the substitute teacher and slammed my hands down on the desk, gazing into her fucking soul at that point. “Do you know… what you just did?” I was smiling, but it wasn’t because I was happy. It was because she needed to see how deranged I was becoming; the ribbon she just untied, and the rope she just tightened.

But it wasn’t my ribbon, and it certainly wasn’t my rope.

“Pardon me?” The substitute said.

“Fuck you.” My voice was stern, as I heard the rest of the class instigate. I turned back to go over to Diana. “Can you sit in class? Or do you need to leave?”

She broke even more as her voice winced and whimpered. She sounded like a nervous wreck. But she wasn’t really crying, there weren’t any tears. Because they were bottled up inside.

“Yeah! I’m with King! Fuck you!” Some blonde girl, one I knew was popular, stood up and came over to Diana and I.

“Diana? Are you okay?” The girl spoke as Diana looked at her.

“...d-don’t call me that…” She let out as her voice shook harshly, her body as well.

My eyes widened. “No! We’re not doing that! Your name is Diana Bianchi! You have me! You have…” I glanced over at the blonde girl standing with Diana and I.

“Zyra,” she responded.

“You have Zyra! You have Celeste! You have Akane and Kazuki and… Akira… and…” I realized I was probably doing more harm than good, because Kazuki and Akira are considered weird. And since Akane was dating Kazuki, she was probably considered weird… and…

No this isn’t about me. This is about Diana.

“No… I… I’m not Diana…” She started holding onto herself. Staring at Zyra and staring at me.

I started tearing up. “...please Diana… please don’t say that…” My voice broke even more.

“...” She went back to wincing. Her mindset, still broken. Her expression broken, her stance broken, her identity was broken.

Diana Bianchi was broken.

And I don’t know if she can be fixed.

I grabbed onto her arm and spoke softly, “...do you need to leave class?”

She shook her head no as she went to sit down and Celeste immediately came over to give her the biggest hug I have ever seen anyone ever give anyone.