Prodigal

~4.7~

I was packing in my room that night, packing for Raleigh, when Dad knocked on my door.

“Jeffery is here to see you.” Dad said.

“Can you tell him I’m not here?” I asked.

“Um…that probably won’t work.” Dad responded, opening the door slightly more to reveal that Jeffery was right behind him.

There was a painfully silent moment before Dad finally said, “Well, I’ll let you two talk. Keep the door open,” as he left.

“Hey.” Jeffery said.

“Hey.” I said back.

“Can we talk about this?” Jeffery asked.

“I don’t want to sound like a bitch,” I started, “But you need to decide whether you get turned on by a boy or a girl. Or both. If you want to be sexual with boys and see me as a boy, at least biologically, then this isn’t going to work. I’m not going to be biologically boy for very long. I’ve been taking testosterone blockers, and my estrogen is on its way, and I will get surgery, and-“

“Look, this is kinda confusing.” Jeffery said. “I don’t care what your body is. I like you.”

“Okay…” I responded apprehensively.

“Do you believe me?” Jeffery asked.

I didn’t say anything for a moment. I felt a single tear that I was fighting back roll down my cheek. Jeffery gently put his hand on my face wiped the tear away with his thumb while whispering “Do you believe me?” again.

“I hope so.” I finally said.

Notes

Y'all it was my birthday yesterday WOOOOO
I'm 21 y'all I'm old af!