Authors note: The ending isn't the greatest, such a good shocker of a story but lame ending.
Mr. Ratburn had retrieved Binky from the office, he had put on his heavy shirt, "Mr. Barnes, you should really consider hormone therapy."
"I am going through puberty…" Binky defended, "It just went bad."
Ratburn sighed, "You are growing breasts! Girls grow breasts when they get into puberty! Tonight I want you to go home and tell your parents what happened, I am not going to tell them because it is called responsibility."
Truth to be told Mr. Ratburn probably had to end up calling his parents.
Binky had sighed and Ratburn had taken him to class, the classroom usually rife with noise was dead, no one was talking, everyone was looking at Binky in shock.
Mr. Ratburn looked at his classroom, thinking of what just transpired, he couldn't concentrate, he sighed as he sipped his extra strong coffee, "Binky… can you do your presentation on cars?"
Binky had done his presentation, as he was talking about different cars; his pants were slowly getting bloody, Buster noticed, "Hey Binky is going through puberty!"
Mr. Ratburn was of course annoyed, "Buster Baxter, he is not going through puberty, can you stop with your foolish crusade thinking when they bleed from their buttocks that they are?"
Buster sighed.
"Mr. Ratburn, I need to go to the bathroom!" Binky yelled.
"Ok…" Ratburn replied as he saw how desperate Binky was.
As he ran out, a trail of blood followed him.
"Eww…" Sue Ellen said as she looked at the blood.
"That is disgusting!" Muffy exclaimed, as she looked almost sick.
Binky was in the washroom, he undid his pants, and his underwear was bloody, as were his upper thighs. He didn't know what was happening, he thought it was the puberty thing, but it was something else; he cleaned himself up and he went back to class.
The rest of the presentation went on without a hitch, but lunch had come, Binky was eating with Buster, George and Arthur.
"You doofuses lied to me!" Binky yelled.
"We didn't lie," Buster replied, "Mr. Ratburn just doesn't believe us."
Binky was drinking his cherry soda, as Buster was talking to George, within moments, it had happened again; Buster took notice, "How come you spilled cherry soda on my pants?"
Buster took a closer look; it was blood, "Eww…" he looked at Binky, "If you have bathroom problems you should use the bathroom."
Binky went to the washroom and cleaned himself up; he had stuffed a wad of toilet paper in his pants to prevent any more accidents.
When he had gotten home in the afternoon, he ran to the washroom, but he didn't have anymore accidents, he threw out the underwear, and washed his pants to get the blood out, he had managed to get it out, he had put it to out to dry, and he changed his underwear.
The next day at school, Binky had joined his friends, it was hard for him to well wear a shirt that wasn't heavy, and it was really hard because everyone looked at him.
George sighed, "Binky, it is above 90 today, you are going to get sick if you wear that."
Binky had taken off the heavy shirt, despite now no one was talking, "Happy?"
They had walked to class, Binky's shirt was starting to feel moist at his chest, he stopped they other boys looked, there were two wet spots where his chest was.
"You should really go to a doctor, you are growing facial hair, bleeding out of your butt periodically, and your chest is leaking," Arthur commented.
Binky found a moderately thick shirt in his locker and put it on, "Nothing is wrong."
He was in denial, Mrs. Barnes had picked him up after school, and he was to go to see the doctor, he looked at Binky, "Hmm, a hormone imbalance at such a young age."
"What does that mean?" Binky asked curiously.
"Well from tests, it states you have taken a lot of male hormones, and due to this the female hormones had to catch up by balancing themselves out."
"We could do some mild hormone therapy to even things out a bit more, but he will still have the deeper voice and the breasts we would have to wait until you are older to have them removed."
Binky sighed in disbelief, as he looked down at his feminine chest, this wasn't the way, he decided to go to Muffy's for a pool party, and at least she was sophisticated and mature.
But things were to change, "Binky, you need to cover up those things," she presented him with a bikini top, "Wear this, and show some decency while in public."
Binky sighed, as everyone laughed at him, but Muffy was serious, she turned around, "I am serious!"
Binky put it on, but was wearing a t-shirt over top of it… which he had done for many hard years until he went into the therapy and got the surgery.
The End.