In the girls' restroom, Stella Bentley gazed sadly at her body. To most eyes, it was perfect. Stella had dazzling blue eyes and long blonde hair that tickled the top of her butt. She was tall and very slender aside from her huge tits and her curvy ass. Combined with an immaculate face of makeup and her dazzlingly trendy (and expensive) wardrobe, Stella's body was the epitome of feminine perfection. She felt like she should be grateful for that. Heaven knows her parents were very proud of what a lovely young lady their daughter had grown up to be... but Stella didn't want to be lovely young lady.
Stella Bentley's biggest secret was that "she" was non-binary. She didn't want to be a boy, but being a girl didn't feel any more right to her. She felt like she was meant to be something in-between. She'd come out to Beck Hamilton, the school's resident out-and-proud enby, after getting drunk with them at junior prom, but nobody else knew. They COULD NOT know... not when the Bitch Queen of Stokerville High had an image to keep up. Her Mother especially could never be allowed to find out!
Stella gazed critically at her feminine reflection, considering the things about it she'd change if she could and what she'd keep the same. She actually did like her breasts. Their amorous contours were probably Stella's best feature aside from her gorgeous face. She then frowned at her smooth crotch. There should be an eye-catching bulge there! Stella desperately desired a cock of her own. She'd thought about wearing a packer like Naomi Miller and Beck Hamilton, but she knew her hyper-conservative, image-conscious mother would never allow it. Stella also glumly noted how thin she was. She would have appreciated so bulging muscles, but her mother didn't think it was ladylike to cultivate a brawny physique.
Then there was the name "Stella." It sounded far too girly! Stella decided that, given the choice, she'd want to be named "Skyler." Too bad she'd probably never be called that... or be able to use pronouns other than she/her. Oh, how she envied Beck every time someone called them by their they/them pronouns! Not even Beck's parents would address them as a girl. It must be nice to have a family so open-minded about gender. Maybe Stella could get her father to come around, but her mother would never get it...
Stella's thoughts were interrupted by her two best friends, Ashlee and Zoey. Ashlee Kline was the captain of the cheer squad. She was blonde, bouncy... and even dumber than Charlee. (What IS it with cheerleaders whose names end with an "ee"? Stella wondered.) Zoey Guthrie was a budding social media influencer whose TikTok, Instagram, and Youtube accounts were beginning to explode with views.
Zoey was outgoing, charismatic, and (compared to Ashlee, at least) a brain surgeon. She had dark brown hair, a pearly smile, and... was that a new eyebrow piercing? Going by the way the way the two girls were holding hands, Stella suspected that they had finally graduated from crushing on each other to dating.
"Stella, there you are!" Zoey proclaimed. "We've been looking for you everywhere! You'll be late for class if you don't hurry!" She whipped out her phone to let Twitter know that she'd located her missing friend.
"Yeah, Mr. Vega will be, like, suuuuuper pissed if you're late for Spanish class again," Ashlee nodded. "What were you doing so long in the bathroom, anyways? I don't see any cute naked people, so you couldn't've been fucking."
"I wasn't," Stella shrugged. "I was... just thinking."
"How could that take so long?" Ashlee asked. "I've never done that for, like, two minutes."
"Yeah, we've noticed, Ash," Zoey laughed, playfully punching her sorta-girlfriend on the shoulder. She turned to Stella. "Congratulations on your mother's campaign for a seat on the Washington State Senate going so well, by the way."
"Yeah," Stella said bitterly.
"Y'know," Ashlee prattled, "I think that frizzy-haird weirdo Hannah's been ogling you again. Ugh, like, majorly yuck! What a little nerd! How does she not get that she's got no chance with you?! Why would you date, like, some pasty, scrawny little ginger with ugly glasses and too many freckles?!"
"Hey, don't knock her, Ashlee," Zoey said. "As long as she's crushing on Stella, she's willing to do all of our homework for us."
"Ohhhh..." Ashlee said, her eyes widening as she caught on. "Yeah, I forgot about that. I actually got, like, a fucking A+ last week on my Trig test thanks to her."
"Whatever," Stella sighed.
Ashlee, failing spectacularly at picking up on Stella's grim mood, kept up her stream of chattering. "So, after school, I was thinking that we could stop by Bentley's and, like, shop around for new shoes. I mean, not only is is the best depart store in town, but you can totally get us a huuuuuge discount, Stella, seeing how your dad, like, totes owns the chain."
"Yeah," Stella grumbled joylessly. "Let's go buy some painful, impractical shoes that'll probably give is all toe deformities in a few years. That'll just make my fucking day!"
Ashlee smiled brightly. "I know, right?"
Zoey was more perceptive. "Hey, is something bothering you, Stella? You seem pretty grouchy today. And not just to the uncool kids. You're snapping at us, your friends."
Stella sighed. "I'm sorry, guys. It's just... have you ever wanted to change something about yourself? Have you ever wished you could cut your hair short or grow a dick? That you could change your name to something less gendered or switch to other pronouns?"
Zoey's eyes widened. "I think I see what's going on. It's like that one Sex Ed lesson we had in our freshman year."
"You mean the one about gender deformity?" Ashlee asked.
"Gender dysphoria, Cutie," Zoey chuckled, correcting her almost-girlfriend's mispronunciation. "But yeah, that. Are you trying to say that you're really a boy, Stella?"
"No, a boy's not quite right," Stella responded. "I'm like Beck, somewhere between boy and girl. Between you and me, that's why I've never picked on them the way I do Hannah."
"What are your pronouns?" Zoey asked. "What about your chosen name?"
"I'm still working that out," said Stella. "As for my preferred name, I'm thinking about Skyler, but I'm not quite ready to switch over to it yet. Also, you're dead meat if you let my mom hear about any of this! She'd fucking murder me for challenging her narrow-minded views of world!"
"My lips are, like, totes sealed... for once," Ashlee giggled.
"I am so not letting this go viral," Zoey nodded. "Now let's get moving. We're already late for Spanish."