Prodigal

~3.2~

“You’re going to Ethan’s, right?” I asked Gabbi, who was sitting in the bleachers.

“Yep, I’m just waiting for them to be done showering.” Gabbi responded.

“I have to run to the pharmacy across the street quick, want to come with me?” I asked. “I told Jeffery we’d come back here to meet them.”

“Sure.”

Gabbi and I walked to the pharmacy, which was about to close. There was only about five minutes until close. Luckily, this wouldn’t take long.

“Hi, picking up a prescription for Hemmings.” I said to the pharmacist.

“Are you Emmett?” The pharmacist asked.

I shuddered at being called that, but Emmett was still my legal name. It was the name on my I.D., and it was the name on things like prescriptions.

“Yeah.” I muttered somberly.

“I’m sorry, we weren’t able to fill your prescription right now. Antiandrogen is on back order right now. It will still be a couple weeks.”

My knees went weak in horror. Antiandrogen was my hormones; those were my testosterone blockers. And I couldn’t take any estrogen hormone replacement therapy without taking testosterone blockers with it.

“I’m sorry about this inconvenience.” The pharmacist said to me.

I gave a weak smile, not wanting to be rude to the pharmacist. “Ready to go?” I asked Gabbi.

Going to a party was the last thing If felt like right now, but I didn’t want to bail on Gabbi nor Jeffery.

Notes

All dressed up and no hormones to speak of