Yuki sat in her office at home, looking over some emails. Her husband had helped her start this business. She ran it out of a room in their house, and was often downtown for meetings, but was still able to pick her son up from school most days, which was fine with her.
She'd pick up her stepdaughter as well, but the girl always seemed to decline the offer. While it was true that she wasn't old enough to be the birth mother, she still wanted to make the type of connection with her that a mother and daughter share. But the teen was stubborn. She clearly didn't want anything to do with her. It was very frustrating.
She closed the computer and got up, pausing at the mirror to check herself. She smiled at the twenty-eight year old Asian woman looking back at her. Maybe her stepdaughter was right. She looked too sexy to be a mom.
"Lydia," Jon Warren called. "Can you stay for a moment?" The teacher asked. To anyone who noticed what was going on, they would have thought the scene strange.
Lydia looked to be maybe fourteen. Over the course of the day, she'd become somewhat lanky, the delicate curves that men had admired had melted away, and she was continuing to lose height. There were still signs she was a her though. The most obvious was one she wasn't about to show in public, but the long hair was another giveaway. "Yes?" She said, her voice still higher-pitched, but now sounding rather pre-pubescent.
"I was looking over your work," Jon said. If anyone wondered where Lydia's female figure had gone, one did not have to look very far. "Now, in the morning, you were doing very well. You got almost every question right. But, when we came back to it in the afternoon...You did much worse."
"But the questions in the afternoon were harder," Lydia insisted.
"No, the numbers were different, but they were all based on the lesson. But it was after we all moved around. Were you copying off anyone else's paper?"
"No, I promise," Lydia said.
Jon sighed. Maybe Lydia got distracted, or tired in the afternoon. She'd seen such things before. Kids losing their concentration. Jon didn't think Lydia was lying. Maybe it was time to call Mrs. Madison for a conference.
Rachel Meadows, or Ray as her friends called her, waited for her girlfriend to get into the car. Today had been great. She'd had her eating out of the palm of his hand, instead of the other way around. Too often the head cheerleader tried to manipulate her with feminine wiles. But she was the Captain of the Football team, after all. Two could play that game. And if it panned out...her dad was loaded, and it would be smooth sailing after they graduated.
