the district pediatrician did not know the answer to the question “What is with the baby?”. A doctor for a doctor gathered a consultation throughout the clinic. Nasta felt, enlightened, listened, measured, weighed, spotted, rang, viewed, dragged, enlightened and proclaimed it a phenomenon. From the Capital discharged a young candidate, writing a thesis just on this topic. He has been on the islands, where being born with a non-functional penis for women is the norm, and in the desert, where a tribe of women breeding without men lived, and in a mountain monastery, where every five years they allowed the worthy of male candidates to be four years later to release a man who is ready to conceive in his womb. The doctor observed one such during the entire pregnancy and helped with childbirth, for which he was admitted to the monastery for a day. Coming out of there, the candidate for a month took a vow of silence and honorably observed it. His vow expired just a few weeks ago, and he gladly arrived on the same day.

It turned out that after all Nastya. No internal indications that he was a boy, he did not have. He was not recorded for a tomogram, but the doctors stated unanimously: Nastya is a girl. The candidate did not say the same confident, but confirmed: male manifestations are purely external. Even their very structure looked like a man’s only at first glance. Having obliged his mother to write to him four years later for a second check, he reassured an agitated parent: the girl was not in danger. All her bodily problems will be solved in one simple cosmetic surgery. But it will be possible to carry it out only upon the completion of the development of the organism, that is, in about twenty years. Otherwise, the result will be unpredictable.

The name was corrected, but not to Anastasia, but to Nastasya. Parents were not disappointed, but let's face it, they got confused in their attitude towards the girl. While they were thinking what they would like to see their third daughter, especially with such a “mark of distinction,” they did not care for her upbringing, but only loved, fed and reassured her. Even when the girl graduated from school, her parents gave her complete freedom of choice, unable to help her even with advice.

While you were listening to my talk, a few more days passed. Nastya stubbornly lasted the first week of the holidays, feeling that the new way of life brought her relief, but the lack of a routine load dumped a huge amount of temptations on her. Having risen in the morning, the girl no longer ran into the shower in order to make it to the first couple. She went to the shower when she felt ready, because of what she did not get into the shower. The adjusted daily routine, which allowed her to drop eight kilograms in a month, collapsed right before our eyes and, although Nastasya was insulting to tears, she didn’t have enough willpower to refuse herself an extra hour of sleep and a little candy for breakfast. When on the tenth day of the vacation Nastya embarked on a scale and discovered that a hundred grams of weight had returned to her in a day, she decided to run away from home. Do not leave forever, and find a business elsewhere. The best friend's room was chosen as a suitable project.

The best and, as you remember, the only friend of Nastasya was another victim of the wrong prediction - Ruslana. Only, unlike Nastya, biologically Ruslana was one hundred percent girl. Together, the girls composed a composition that would surely have liked the avalangee to the extremes of Da Vinci: next to Ruslana, not a little Nastya looked low. And, in contrast to Nastasya, Ruslana was as thin as possible. Doctors, vitamins, diets and sports were powerless against a wayward metabolism and only helped to grow in height.Thin, high Rusa was an ideal object for ridicule and would be the most unhappy girl in school, if not for her firm character, tenacious memory, sharp mind, caustic language, good knowledge of human nature and the habit of looking around.

Any of the classmates who risked ridiculing Ruslan risked running into a response remark, at best. In the worst case, a long-forgotten shameful incident could come up, which for the whole week made even the most cocky boys the subject of ridicule. Ruslan-and-Lyudmila, as the hooligans called Ruslan behind their eyes, knew at least one shameful incident per classmate. And about especially thick-skinned people who are not penetrated by direct reproach, Rusa spread surprisingly believable gossip, after which the victim sat quieter than water, below the grass, in order to avoid contemptuous or frightened whispers, slanting glances and the like. A whole story was connected with the graduation from school, which I, perhaps, will skip so that my story does not drag on into two and a half books.

This time, Ruslana met Nastasya extremely agitated. There was a blush on her face with red spots, her eyes gleamed oily, usually irreproachable speech was full of stitches.

- Nastya! How great that you came. Long time we have not seen since winter. And you lost weight! Did my advice help you? - usually a silent and serious girlfriend today was not shut up.

“Like that ...” began Nastasya.

- I am very happy for you, and you can't even imagine what happened to me! You just do not believe it! Here try, guess what happened?

- I do not know, maybe something good happened in school?

- Yes, what kind of study !? Okay, I'll tell! I'm going on a date !!

Nastino's heart sank through her heels and rushed into the bowels of the earth. They, once, gave each other a promise not to hang out with the boys. Since then, when Rusa was greedy for shameful cases, she managed to fill her memory to the limit and, for sure, forgot the children's promise. But in the life of Nastya since then nothing memorable has happened and the words of her friend sounded like betrayal.

- Well, why are you silent? Isn't that wonderful?

- Yes, great. Who? - Nastya, having sighed heavily in her heart, began to sort out candidates from their mutual friends, and from those fellow students of Rus, about whom she told.

- I do not know. This is a blind date! Now I'll tell you everything! - happily reported Rusa.

It turned out that for some time Ruslana was registered on the Internet on some dating sites. As usual, Rusa got down to work thoroughly: she loaded dozens of photos, placed categories and priorities, wrote a whole biography with a full storyline in the column “About herself”, and soon received many answers. Most of them were concerned anxious individuals who wrote that “You are so good,” but soon a guy with an empty profile wrote to her, bewitched by her writing style and gallantry. He invited her to a pair date in a decent institution in the city center. Everything was so decent that the mosquito would not undermine the nose, but Nastasya just turned inside out from bad foreboding. Despite this, she smiled broadly and congratulated her friend. But at tea and during the chatter, her anxiety did not let go, so Nastya referred to dizziness and did not stay with her friend until the evening.

Going outside, Nastya took a deep breath, shook her head and the anxiety passed. Realizing that this is most likely her jealousy, Nastasya decided to go home, get dressed and go for a run without waiting for sunset. Previously, she would never have gone for it, because she could be seen, but now she resolutely had nothing to do, and inaction threatened with dire consequences like the breakdown of a diet.

When she came home, Nastya slowly ate, bathed and even cleaned up the room, but things still dried up even before evening came. No longer able to think about a piece of lemon pie standing in the fridge, Nastya pulled the uniform and went for a jog on the still cold streets.For the first time, people paid attention to her, looked at her and, as Nastasia seemed, whispered in a whisper at her pale sides, shaking her buttocks and a relatively small chest compared to her stomach. She wanted to fall through the ground, hit her head in the blood, rang in her ears, but shame gave her the strength to run faster and almost without stopping. For an hour and a half, Nastya usually ran a three-hour route, and she was able to run again, but there was no longer any strength for people to show themselves. Ready to burst into tears of shame, Nastya returned home and, somehow having passed the time remaining on the Internet until dusk, again went out into the street.

There was no mood to run away and Nastasya just walked where her eyes were. And then, there are coincidences in life, Dmitri got to her meeting. They did not recognize each other then, and no wonder. I wish I could say that there was a sigh, a look, a spark, a feeling, but no, it was not that. And there was this: going in an unbuttoned shirt, Dima proudly shone with his beautiful press. Fascinated, Nastya gazed eagerly at the even cubes, powerfully protruding from under her tanned skin. Before tears Nastya wanted to have the same. She also remembered that the rocking chair, which she came for the first time, is on this street. Now it was too late to go there, but Nastasya promised herself to come there tomorrow morning. And did not lie.

From early morning, Nastya, who had decided to first get used to without a coach, was already in a rocking chair with a full list of things necessary for fruitful occupation. And Dima, who was panting on cool evenings with a naked torso, caught a cold and did not appear on that day in a rocking chair.

So began their joint story.