Chapter 4 First Class

In the blink of an eye, I'm already 7 years old. The past few years have gone by so fast. I don't even remember what I've been doing, except for nothing, which is my favorite thing in the world.

But I can't do that anymore. Angela said she's going to take me to school. Well, that's expected. Coincidentally, I'm a little bit curious about the outside, Just a little bit. But maybe that's a good thing too. You know, to change myself. Not to be better than my previous self, but better than the me of yesterday.

"Come on, Agatha, get in the car," Angela, my mother, called. Her hair, now tied in a ponytail down to her waist, and her outfit—a white T-shirt and blue jeans—made her look casually confident as she sat in the car. Beside her, of course, was Martha.

But already? No uniform? I'm just wearing a simple yellow dress. Well, anyway, one thing I know about myself is that I easily get lost in thought, standing still and doing nothing. Maybe I think too much after all.

"Agatha! "

whoops...

"coming~ "

I run to Martha and sit on her lap, and she lightly rubs my hair. Ahh~ ... this is nice too. Angela starts the car and heads to the school. I gaze out at the road and the houses passing by. Nothing interesting. What do you expect? A meteor? Hah! That's why it's boring. It's not like I want a meteor to appear; it's just ... hah ... I can already imagine how my school days will be. Normal. Just boring like usual.

It takes only five minutes with smooth traffic before we arrive. When we step out of the car, I see a typical school scene: crowded, with kids and their respective parents. A girl is crying, thinking she's been abandoned, girls with curious eyes, and girls like me who, without a doubt, don't want to be here. The only difference is that we don't have uniforms. All of us kids are wearing our own clothes.

Wait a minute... girl with a mother, a girl with two adult women, an elderly woman with a little girl... Why is everyone a woman? Where are the fathers? And there aren't any male kids either. What is this, a school for gay couples?!

"Agatha! Did you hear me?"

Ah, shoot... What did she say again? Uh... I don't know. Alright, plan B. I immediately look at Angela with cute eyes and tilt my head slightly.

"sigh.. listen alright, be good.. and uh... make a friend, okay.. your mama will be here too actually so ... have fun "

"uh, un " ... I understand..hump.. nod my head to her, she rubbed my head and left me and Martha there but after kissing both the top of our heads. after she left for work, I looked at Martha, and she looked at me... I looked at her .....

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"Mom? " ....

"ah.. right~... letsgo~ "

sigh...why do I feel like I'm the one who takes care of her instead?..

Martha gently holds my hand and leads me inside the building. Wow, Martha looks so confident, with a face she usually has when she feels good about herself. Wearing her purple sundress with heels, and her straight hair down to her waist, she stands out.

On the way, I pass by many other parents—well, women—grandmas, and gay couples. We finally arrive in some kind of room, a room with many colors but no chairs. The floor is soft enough to sit on, maybe some sort of cardboard? There is a big mirror on the wall. And, of course, I see a lot of children—all girls, if I'm judging by their faces and long hair. But maybe I'm wrong. Surely there must be some boys here, right?

"Alright, Agatha, listen to your teacher and make a friend. I'll be outside. I think I see my friend over there, so... good luck," Martha says as she squats down to be at my level. I nod to her, understanding. After kissing the top of my head, she dashes away. She's really fast.

So here I am, surrounded by a bunch of other kids like me, all standing silently, not talking to each other, This is my first time here, and it looks like it's their first time too—except for the ones who already know each other from childhood. Everyone is stuck in their positions, and there are no teachers yet. Hmm...I'm curious about how I look, so I immediately dash to the mirror. We do have a mirror in our house, but it's merely palm-sized.

Hoho... I look great. I resemble Martha a lot, with my black hair, eyes, and overall face. As a former man, I naturally liked pretty things, and now as a girl, I still like something pretty—my face.

"Alright, children, pay attention, please! My name is Ms. Monde, and I will be your teacher today..."

I hear that voice loud and clear, startling me a bit. Ms. Monde, huh? She's a short woman wearing a brown cardigan, black inside, and a long-paneled blue skirt. Her hair is tied in a bun, black.

"Alright, first, make a group. If you are 'Top,' come here to my left. If you are 'Bottom,' come here to my right. Go."

... A what?

I see most of the students hesitantly move to their respective groups. Wait! Nobody told me anything about this! Did I miss the rehearsal? HELP! So I just stand here like a fool. Thankfully, I'm not alone—I see three other kids with equally lost expressions. Suddenly, I feel a bit better.

"Alright, you four, come here," Ms. Monde says, pointing at the four of us. Thankfully, her tone lacks anger and she even calls us softly, so maybe we're not in trouble. The four of us stand up and move in front of her. She squats down and gently touches each of our heads.

"Did your mothers not tell you what 'Top' or 'Bottom' means?"

The four of us shake our heads. Is this something important? Neither Martha nor Angela ever told me about this. I think I'm going to hate this...

"I see... So 'Top' or 'Bottom' is the way we differentiate ourselves in society, to make it easier to know who is a giver and who is a receiver. The easiest way to know which group you belong to is by looking at your earring." Ms. Monde tilts her head slightly to show us clearly. To my eyes, it looks like a regular earring, just like any other.

"If you're wearing long earrings like mine, that means you are 'Bottom.' On the other hand, if your earring is short like yours, darling, that means you are 'Top,'" Ms. Monde continues while gently caressing one of the kid's heads.

Well, from what I see, mine certainly dangles whenever I shake my head, unlike theirs, which are more like piercings. so, What the hell is this? Is this discrimination? Are you saying I'm at the bottom of society? I refuse to accept this.

"Both 'Top' and 'Bottom' have different genitalia, so it helps us know which one is the target to pursue for creating a happy family.," Ms. Monde said with a smile on her face, lightly clapping her hands.

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Excuse me..come again?