Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 37: Chapter 36: Just The Girls / Spooky Time

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Chapter 36: Just The Girls / Spooky Time After Mary finished cleaning up the mess caused by the hyperactive princess and my stoic cousin, she helped me get changed into my nightgown and even took the time to braid Izzy’s hair for her, this time in a single braid. With her immediate tasks done, she took her leave, reminding us not to stay up too late. “S-so, what would you girls like to do?” I ask, my nerves a bit on edge since this is not only my first sleepover as a girl, but quite literally my first sleepover ever. As Michael, I never really had any of my friends over to my house and was only allowed to go to theirs for study sessions. A night like tonight is a whole new experience for me. I know that the original Beira has had sleepovers before with these two friends. I actually have a few of the memories of those floating around in my head, but as with everything I have experienced from Beira’s life, remembering something she did and actually experiencing it for myself are two different things. “Well,” Izzy says, drawing the word out before continuing rapidly, “there are always my favorite topics, boys, clothes, shoes, well, fashion in general, school gossip, oh, speaking of which, that gardener you like, Jessie what’s his name?” “Fairbairn.” Mari interjects quickly before Izzy carries on without skipping a beat. “Yeah, him. Anyway, Samantha Byrne said to let you know she saw him flirting with Agatha Nunley and she thinks they kissed. What was I talking about again? Oh, right, my favorite topics, there’s boys, cloth-“ “You already said those.” Mari says, speaking up. “Did I?” Izzy pauses for a moment, and I swear I could hear the gears turning in her head. “Anyway, point is, there’s lots we can talk about. There’s even my nemesis, Mrs. Crafton, who says I talk way too much during class-“ “That’s because you do.” Mari says, her expression never changing, but I get the distinct feeling that internally her eyes are rolling… hard. “Slander! You take that back right now, Mari!” Izzy replies, mock anger on her face. “It’s not slander if it’s true.” Mari states plainly. Izzy starts to giggle and for a brief moment Maribelle wears the hint of a smile. “Okay, fine, maybe I do, but that’s not the point.” “What is the p-point?” I ask. “The point, Beri, is that we have all night and we can talk about anything and everything. We have so much catching up to do. Also you never did answer me about coming back to school.” Izzy replies. The moment school is mentioned again, my breath catches. Mari shakes her head at Izzy, causing the princess to look at her confused for a moment before glancing back at me. Truth is, while I did have friends as Michael, at school we were always the outcasts. Yes, we had each other to lean on for support when the bullying got really bad, but that didn’t prevent us from getting hurt from time to time. When I had made plans to start taking steps towards transitioning, I was still a bit worried about that making me an outcast of the outcasts. Of my few high school friends, there was only one I trusted enough to even talk to about the personal hell I had been going through because of the dysphoria I had been struggling with and, to be honest, Chloe was one of the reasons I finally decided to take the steps I had started to take to transition. She knew my secret. She encouraged me, in private she would use the name I wanted to be called, use the correct pronouns. She had agreed to prepare our other friends for when I came back home from Korea. She had said that she would make them accept me for who I was, or kick their asses and I believed her. Not that it mattered any more. I hope Chloe is okay. Knowing her, she is taking my death harder than my own mother… assuming my mother even told her. “Beri…” The sound of my name and fingers snapping in front of my face draws me back. “What?” I ask, trying to act like I had never spaced out to begin with. “We asked which you would prefer,” Izzy says, going back to where she