"Noffin?" She said, her voice muffled in my chest.
"Nothing." I stated firmly, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm transexual," she said
"What?!" I blurted dumbly. I was in instant shock. My grip on her slacked thoughtlessly. Kelly a transexual? I simply could not wrap my head around it. There was just no way my best friend/dream girl for years was anything less that a woman.
She slowly pulled back from my embrace and the look on her face was pure terror. I could see tears in her eyes and the color draining from her cheeks.
"I-I have a penis," she said, her voice slow and shaking. Then it suddenly hit me, how much pain my paralysis was causing her. My heart melted for her, finally revealing her deepest secret to her closest friend and getting cold shock.
"Kelly, I'm sorry, that's totally fine, fuck, I'm just ... you just blew my fucking mind! You're still my best friend, just ... wow... you seriously have a dick?" I was gushing. "I just had absolutely no idea ... I would have never guessed ... you're like the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen, I..."
"You think I'm gorgeous?" Kelly interrupted, "A gorgeous girl?"
"I...yes." I paused, "If you've chosen to live as a girl, you are one, and yes, there is no doubt in my mind you are fucking gorgeous." Kelly's typical healthy glow returned to her cheeks as she cracked a huge smile and began to laugh with relief.
We talked about it for almost an hour, the history of her body, how she had come to be who she was, the story of her first and only boyfriend who had outed her to the entire school, leading to such persistent and vicious bullying that she had moved to a different state and vowed to never tell another guy, trials of self esteem and self-acceptance she had faced, everything, all the while finishing a bottle of wine between us. Finally our conversation was slowing down, Kelly cuddling comfortably in my arms.
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