Six Forty-Five, Part 4: Epilogue

Things didnt get better right away. I still got bullied at school, and at home was stuck in the middle of several fights between my mom and my step-father. I also had to cope with flashbacks so bad that sometimes, all I wanted to do was cry or throw up, or maybe both.

But by summer, once the doctors had finished poking around in my head, they made the pronouncement - I was a girl.

Just one with a little bit of misplaced skin between my legs.

With that piece of information at her disposal, my mother laid down the law with my step-father. He could accept me as her daughter, or he could leave.
Sadly, he chose the latter, but at least the tension at home was gone.

Mom and I started building up a girl wardrobe for me, slowly over the summer, and in the fall I started in a brand-new high school that had been created just for gay, lesbian, and transgender kids.

At first I went a little overboard with the feminine, but as I got more comfortable with myself, I pretty much dressed not much different than any other girl my age would.

I knew who I was, and that’s what really mattered.

They started me on testosterone blockers, and then, after I jumped through a few hoops health wise, they gave me female hormones.

And I started to .... blossom.

I had some anxiety over my orientation, because it turns out I’m a total lesbian, which took some getting used to. But finally, my therapist convinced me I wasn’t less of a girl, just because I also liked them.

That I was okay, just as I was.

With that, I carefully started to work up to having an actual date with one of my classmates, and things went well.

We’re kinda an item, now.

We’re looking forward to my surgery, and thanks to living in a civilized country, we can get married even after I’m legally a girl.

I’m looking forward now, and not back.

And the future looks pretty darn good.

Fin.