Growth

A few years had passed since our previously newborn baby girl had been reborn in this world. Ignoring her gender, it was a good life for her. The economic standard of the household that she lived in, was better than normal. In all facts, her family was rich. Though her parents were not the most loving of parents, that is not to say that they did not care for her, they gave of themselves to her well being. She was loved as well as to be expected of parents with the responsibilities that they carried outside of the family.

If something was wrong with her, her parents took time out of their busy schedule to take care of her. Any needed expense for her development and enjoyment were not spared. Toys that most children could never hope for, were given to her at random, but regular, intervals. Food, of good and varied quality, was an almost right of this young girl. She was even given a nanny, who cared for her while her parents were providing for her.

From a young age, from both her parents, and her nanny, she was taught educational things, along with the proper way to behave, especially of a young girl, in higher society. The prior things, the young girl learned, or actually relearned, and the later, she rebelled against. She, who still remembered her previous life as a male, could not adapt to the change of her gender.

Dresses were her most common type of outfit. If they were not dresses, they were skirts, with a sensible top for her age. Though she cared for her parents in this new life, she rebelled against being forced to dress as a girl, even though she was one in this life. In her mind, if she accepted her change in genders, she would lose what made her her.

Through her temper tantrums, she was continuously chastened for her behavior. She was a girl, and her parents wanted to make sure that she acted in that way. Her behavior reflected on them by their peers. And even though they cared for her, and wanted was best for her, decorum had to be followed.

If it were not for her rebellious streak about the clothes she wore, she would be a perfect child to her parents. She was a very intelligent child to them. She had the intelligence to be considered several years older than what was normal for her age. Math, language, and even history were well beyond even an elementary level.

And that was not including her ability to wield magic. Maybe it was due to her vastly superior intellect, but she was able to starting learning magic over five years earlier than what was considered normal. In fact, it felt like she was infatuated with the idea of being able to wield power outside her body. She was truly a gifted and spirited, though not in a good way according to her parents, child.

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"But Mother, why can't I wear slacks? I'm going to school, not some fancy function." These words were coming from a five wear old girl, wearing only socks, an undershirt, and a pair of underwear.

"Rylee, you are going to a private school, not some private school. Most of the children going there are from my group of friends. You will not shame me in front of your peers. No more arguments. Now get dressed and ready for school. Or else…" The words that came from Rylee's mother left no room for argument from this girl, who was previously a boy.

Yet the girl still tried to get a word in, "But, you."

"GO. NOW." Her mother ordered, one final time. Though she loved her daughter, these confrontations against how she dressed, were, to say the least, frustrating. How could her daughter continue to be so stubborn.

"Yes." Rylee's words drifted off, barely heard by her mother.

Even though Rylee knew that it would be easier to acquiesce to her mother, ahead of time that is, she could still not fight against allowing herself to change for own identity. Other than her clothes, at her age, she could still act as a boy, mostly.

A few things, such as her choice of words, other than her outfits, were the only things that defined that her life was that of one of a girl. The choice of words were not a big thing to her. This was not the language of her previous life, so gender based words, and phrasings, were easier to accept, compared to clothing. Small thing that did help her alleviate some of her concerns, was she was allowed to pick the colors of her clothes in the past year. So at least she could avoid the truly girly colors that she disagreed with.

With much chagrin, for her first day of school, she changed into one of her dresses. Even though she did not want to, she decided to wear one of her nicer dresses for this occasion. Her mother wanted her to make a good impression. If she had to wear something a little bit more basic, she would probably be scolded by her mother again, and forced to change again. Rylee hated it, but, it was not worth getting scolded yet again. Why did she have to be born as a girl?

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At school, she represented her parents, trying to bring as little shame as she could. Even though she wanted to reject the notion that what she did reflected only on herself, she begrudgingly admitted that her actions reflected on her parents. Even though she argued with them all the time, and that they were her second set of parents, she did care about them as much as they cared about her. They only wanted what was best for her.

She did have one problem with fitting in with her classmates. She had lived more than double their lives, at least between her two lives. Rylee's maturity could not connect with her peers. She did her best to become closer with them, but there was a dividing line between her and them. She ended up alone among a throng of people.

Within her own sphere of isolation, since she had no friends to keep herself distracted, she pulled herself into her studies. Now that is not to say the Rylee was not cordial to her classmates, but she had no way to bridge the gap into friendship with anyone. If she was older, she could be considered an icy cold princess.

Her teachers noticed her isolation, and tried to help her become more friendly with others, but to no avail. They could understand that she was not bullied into being alone, but they did not understand how she could be content to be friendless. She had plenty of talent in her studies, but her social skills seemed to be nonexistent.