“Jenn, are you about finished?”

“God, we have almost 3 hours till it starts. Yes, I am about finished, just keep your panties on.”

“Sorry, Honey. This is an important night for me. I want to make sure everything is perfect.” I told my wife.

Hearing the shower turn off. “I'll be out in a minute. You take your shower while I dry my hair. Then when you get done. You can dry your hair and I'll do my makeup.”

Walking into the bathroom, my wife of 16 yrs was patting herself dry. I could smell the mint body lotion we both use.

Draping the towel over the bar. She gives me a smile. “Sweetheart, you look like a scared rabbit. Relax, everything will be alright.”

Putting my arms around her neck. I give her a kiss, it turns a little more. Soon our tongues are fighting, our tongue studs clicking together. “Sorry, baby. It is just I haven't seen these people in 20 yrs. Why did I let you talk me into this trip?” I started my shower.

“Terrie, you need to face your fears. Both our families accept us. So do our kids.”

Stepping into the shower. “I am still not completely sure of Carl, though.”

“It's going to take time. He was just starting puberty when your wife died. Then you drop the bomb. He has done quite well considering.”

“Yeah, You are right.”

“OF course, I am your wife.” She closed the door.

I washed my long hair. Maybe I should have cut it. Jennifer wouldn't hear of it, though. I have been growing too long, to get it cut. She is going to do a fancy braid, for me. I soap up my scrunchy and wash myself. I am thankful I endured all those hours of pain. Getting a whole body electrolysis, Kacy did a great job.

No more razors for this girl. Washing my breasts, I didn't get enhanced to big. I didn't want huge tits. I'm mostly a 36C depends on the bra style. Victoria Secrets fit me the best.

Washing down stairs I couldn't believe that I was able to get a real one. I actually found someone willing and was a match for me. Will is a great guy. Since the transplant we've become friends. Being he has part of me and I have part of him, It just makes sense.

Thankfully I don't have to dilate like if I had a vaginaplasty. Mine is the real thing. Something I wished I was born with but alas I wasn't.

As I washed my little finger brushed the small stainless steel ring in my left inner labia. It was a gift from Jenn when it finally healed. As was the ring in my left nipple, a gift after my breast augmentation was healed. My navel was a gift to myself when I lost 100#. getting down to a size 6.

Both mine and Jennifer's piercings have been done by our oldest daughter. She is a professionally trained licensed body piercer. Stephanie even took anatomy classes to learn.

As I shut off the shower I giggled a little remembering what Stephie said when she did my labia. 'God, can't believe I am actually piercing my dad's labia.'

I applied the body lotion and patted myself dry. Looking at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. I finally like what is looking back, a beautiful woman. Even at 48 I can still rock a thong bikini. Gone from the mirror was the overweight man I used to be. Someone I never liked while I was growing up. I always knew that I was different. I tried little league baseball. Luckily at the tryouts my dad became a team manager so I was automatically on his team.

I think I got hit by the ball more than I actually hit it. I was teased by the others on the team since I got number 1 on my uniform. I was happy with my first uniform number 10. My parents switched it. We actually had a good team without me. We placed 3rd in the season.

Stepping out of the steamy bathroom. Jenn was done drying her hair and was working on her makeup. Being the hotel room doesn't have a dedicated makeup table we are using the desk. We learned to bring our own lighted mirror.

“Honey, don't dry your hair completely. Leave it a little damp so it will dry in the braid I am going to do.” She told me.

“OK,” I said pulling the brush through my hair. Pulling my hair over my left shoulder I brushed it.

“Maybe I should have gotten lighter highlights than I did.” I thought aloud.

“Would you stop second guessing yourself. You look beautiful. They are not going to know what to think.”

“That's what I am afraid of.” I said almost silently.

Yesterday, Me and Jennifer went to our homecoming game. We rooted our Panthers to a win. I saw a few of my old classmates. Of course, we were dressed in jean skirts and nice blouses. Just blending in with the crowd. I saw a couple of jocks from my class stare as we climbed up the steps.

“OK, your turn.” Jenn let me know she was done with her makeup.

I sat in the desk chair, scooting up to get ready. Anymore I don't wear much makeup. Not compared to when I started my journey. My two facial feminizing surgeries did a great job bringing my inner woman out. Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and a little highlights to my cheeks, was the only makeup I used.

“OK, hair time.” Jenn had the brush, and comb along with clips and ties.

“Good thing you let me do my makeup before my hair. With all the pulling and tugging I would look like Bozo.”

“Well if you had brushed your hair out like you should have after your shower. I wouldn't have to pull your hair.”

“Nah” I gave her a raspberry. “I did”

“Then why am I having to pull tangles out of it.”

“I don't know. Must have gotten tangled on the way over here.”

“Has to have been one hell of a wind in what? the 8 ft from the sink to the desk”

“You have no idea.” I giggled.

“And to think I fell in love with you?”

“Your the one who asked me, But I did say yes.” I giggled.

“I must have been delirious or something at that time.”

“I was deliriously in love” I leaned my head back.

“That too.” She gave me a kiss. Pushing my head back. “Let me get this done.”

As my beautiful wife, and best friend worked on doing the braid in my hair. I thought back to when we first met.

It was at a lost loved ones support group. Cheryl my first wife, whom I had met when I was in Air Force basic training. Was the love of my life. She was killed along with our unborn 3rd child in a car accident. I was devastated, I was in severe depression for 6 months. My oldest Stephanie suggested a therapist. I started seeing Dr. Ryan. It helped some. He was the one who told me about the support group.

I began going every Thursday. Jenn had started before me. She had lost her husband to cancer. She was a comfort. I had broken down several times, crying. She was there to support me.

In therapy, I finally accepted my loss. I still love her and will till the day I die. Dr. Ryan helped me through it. But continued to see him. I never knew the real reason I joined the military. With some soul searching I still didn't know. Dr. Ryan asked me did I always sit on my foot, and was I always so animated with my hands when I talk. I told him yes. My parents tried to get me to stop with my hands.

He asked about my past. How did I dress on Halloween. I told him, Motorcycle rider, a bum a couple times, vampire, and Columbo one year. He asked if I ever dressed as a girl.

I told him, No, but my mom suggested it a couple times. That I always told her no. I did tell him that I do wear woman's underwear. It just feels more comfortable.

He asked me does it feel right. I was honest and said yes. I told him that it feels natural to me, wearing panties. Is it a big deal. He asked me a few more questions. Then came back with I believe I know why you don't know why you never knew your reason for joining the service.

I was all ears then. He said, I believe you are transgender. A girl born in a boys body. Your sub continence lead you to join because it was a manly thing. When he told me that everything began falling into place. I was a female in a male body.

Dr. Ryan transferred me to a therapist more versed in gender dysphoria. I began seeing Dr. Jensen, She has been great. Helped me get appointments with an endocrinologist. Being I go to the VA for my treatment. They even have me with a GYN. I started on HRT,

I smiled at the thought that with Dr. Jensen's guidance I came out to my family. Then to my support group. Jenn didn't care. I began dressing feminine then 6 months after starting HRT. I began living full time as a woman.

“There you are beautiful, all done.” Jenn lightly kissed my ear. Knowing it gives me shivers, the good kind.

I first slipped on a silver satin and lace teddy. It hugged my now womanly body. It had support for the girls as well. Jenn wore a matching one in light pink. I'll admit that I had to control myself. Or we may not make it out of the hotel room.

Pulling Jennifer's dress out of the closet. Handing it to her. Being we are the same size. I jumped at the emerald green dress, She took the Sapphire one. She got first pick of the lingerie. It was only fair.

Stepping into mine, I pulled it up. We zipped each other up, each making sure our hair was safe from the zipper. Checking the time we still had about 45 minutes before I wanted to leave.

Looking at Jennifer. My Jenn. She accepted me without question. Our relationship started innocent just going for coffee, after group. It was a few of us who went. A couple people stopped when I came out. It was Jenn who said, “If they can't accept you. Fuck them.”

I asked Jenn if she would go out with me. She said yes. The rest is history.

“I can bet that some of my class was looking around the game for me.”

“How's that sweetheart?”

“Remember, I've had my GTO since high school. Most people knew me by my car not by me.”

“We did have those 2 guys watching as we left the game.”

“Only thing is that my goat wasn't as nice as it is now.”

“You didn't even know it was a special Judge until you got the PHS* paperwork.”

Using the bathroom one last time. We both slipped on our heels. Mine 4” and hers 3”. We grabbed our purses and headed out. Taking the elevator I gave my wife a kiss.

“Nervous?” She asked softly

I just nodded. Taking my hand we walked out of the hotel. Our heels clicking on the tile floor. I was finally happy being who I truly am. A woman.

As we walked out of the hotel, the cool breeze blew around our skirts. You could barely hear our heels in the parking lot, over the traffic of the highway.

I got in the first car I have ever owned. My 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge. Like a lady should. Sit in the seat then swing your legs in. Unlocking the door for Jenn She did the same.

We didn't put it back in the trailer After we got back from the charity car show we attended today. It was great showing of my GTO Judge. It was a United Street Machine Association show, the car club that I have been a member of since 1982. We paid full price but declined to have it judged. With displaying the concourse award, the PHS documentation. Me and Jenn knew it was an award winner. When people learned the we had driven it 23 miles to the show, they were shocked.

I tell people, “I built it to drive, not just sit and look pretty. Cars were made to drive, and drive it I do. I take it shopping, to the bank, rain or shine.

For this trip we had used the single enclosed trailer. Being We were only taking my GTO. It was all we needed. We have 2 larger trailers and the stacker. I was comical when I brought it to the shop. I had taken the toter, Our 1968 Ford F350 crew cab short bed duelly. With its supercharged 427 SOHC cammer . It is more than capable towing it. It just looked funny, the stacker dwarfed the pickup.

I dug in my purse to get my keys. I went to push in the clutch. I let our a heavy sigh. My wife looked over and smiled.

“Forgot how hard it is to drive this in heels, Huh?”

“Oh, shut up” I calmly took off my shoes.

“You were waiting for me to do this weren't you?”

She just smiled.

Now in bare feet, I started my GTO. It had a nice rumble to it. When I restored her I had to restrain myself. To not go nuts with the motor. I built it a little not to much. Mild porting on the heads, intake and exhaust. A little more cam, most people can't tell. It was optioned with the tiger growl. A switch to open the exhaust.

I pulled out and onto Haggerty rd. Goosing the throttle she spun the tires some. Instead of heading straight to the reunion. I decided to go by my old schools and my house. The last house I lived in before graduating. Taking Haggerty to 6 mile. Then east, I used to ride out this way to the bike trails along I-275. Passing Farmington Road, then Merriman and middlebelt. At Inkster rd. I looked around. A lot has changed.

“Looks like they took out the Farmer Jacks and Howard's drugs.” I mentioned to Jenn. The auto repair was still there. As was the bank.

“Yeah, when it was National bank of Detroit I had an account there. I think it lasted three months.”

“You told me that you could never save any money when you were younger.”

“Nope, luckily I learned about money. Or we wouldn't be where we are today. I wouldn't be me either.”

“Yeah, you turned a hobby into a successful business.”

Taking off from the light, I turned right at the second street. Negaunee, It took me a while to learn to spell it.

“That was the Fredericks, God I hated Todd Fredericks. An older lady lived there, can't remember her name. Her son used to store his 69 Mustang Mach 1 in her garage over the winter. I remember the smoke screen he caused cleaning out the cylinders in the spring.”

“When I first met you. This was doing the same thing but all year long.” Jennifer teased me.

“That was the Websters, They have 5 kids. The oldest had a sweet Chevelle he got in AZ. The youngest daughter was in my class, Chrystal. I wonder if she is going to be their tonight.”

“The Danial's lived across the street. The daughter was a year older but what a slut.”

“OH, Did you ever, ah.......”

“God, no. I didn't want to catch anything.” I giggled.

Stopping, Their it was my old house. Changed some since we lived there. Patting my GTOs dash. “Remember I work on her in that garage. Did some of my first body work on her there.”

“Lost my virginity to Miss June in the room on the left.”

“I don't want to know details.” Jenn giggled.

“In the room on the left was were it started. One night everyone was gone. I snuck over and tried on a pair of my sisters panties. I still don't know why, to this day.”

“It was the inner girl trying to show you she was there.”

“I am glad I finally listened, I am much happier now.”

Jenn squeezed my hand.

“We had better leave before we get the cops called.” I drove on.

The end of the second block the street ended. I turned left on Puritan. Five blocks down was an empty field.

“That was were my elementary school was. Still has some of the playground equipment”

We then passed our football field. And my Junior high. With the game yesterday I had already shown Jenn.

Turning onto Kinloch. We wound our way by Lola Valley park and back to 6 mile. Crossing 6 mile, Slowly driving, Then their it was Redford Union High School. Little has changed looks the same.

“Last time I saw this place, Ronald McDonald was hanging in front.” I pulled into the circle drive.

“What?” Jenn questioned.

“Yeah, someone stole the Ronald McDonald from the playplace up on Grand River and hung him in front of the school. I have heard rumors on who did it.”

“I remember I had to take finals because I missed more than 3 days of school the last semester. When I went to my films class for the final. As Mr. Adamson was handing out the tests. He told me that no matter what you do on this test you won't pass this class.

“What did you do?”

“Didn't say a word. I calmly got up and went for breakfast at McDonald's Only thing that was their of Ronald was his big red shoes and a bit of his poke-a-dot socks.”

We both giggled.

I pulled back on to Kinloch. Turning on the side road that ran next to the school, Bennett.

“The second floor was mostly business classes, typing. Science classes were the first floor towards the end. Then there is the autoshop. Nothing has changed their either.”

Turning down MacArthur. We got down to 6 mile again. Heading right towards were the reunion is being held. We headed the way we came, turning on Newburg headed down to Plymouth Rd. Taking a right on Plymouth.

The venue were the reunion was just before Hines drive. I downshifted and slowed down. I couldn't do it. I was to scared. I hammered it. The rear end broke loose I kept it under control. I turned right on Hines Dr. then onto the side road. I crept slowly until I was behind some trees then pulled over and parked.

I shut down my GTO. Put my forehead on my hands at the top of the wheel. I just shook with fear.

I felt a knowing hand on my back, gently rubbing it. It was my Jenn. She knew how to calm me down. She's had to do it many times in our relationship.

Through tear filled eyes, “I don't know why I even came.” I sniffled.

“Sweetheart,” Jennifer started. “You know exactly why you decided to come. You wanted to show everyone who you truly are. That the boy who was only known by his car. Is now a happy, highly successful, Multi award winning, Female Business owner. SEMA restoration shop of the year two years in a row. A woman whose family loves her with all their heart. Especially her wife.”

Though the tears I smiled at my wife. “Thanks, Baby.”

“Not only a business owner with her wife. That one time grease monkey is an accomplished swing dancer, 3rd Degree black belt in Ti Quawn do, and we are both on the SEMA board.”

I took Jen's hand and squeezed it. I slipped on my heels and stepped out of the Judge. I needed a little air. I walked past the car, I handled the gravel with ease. I returned and just leaned against the front. Just then a blue 69 Dodge Charger R/T, came around the corner.

The driver looked so familiar. I heard him say to the passenger.

“A guy I graduated with had a car like that.” I realized it was Mark Kowalski. I did know him.

Then he asked me, “excuse me, Do you know a Tim Hunter. He had a car like this in school.”

It was now or never, “Yeah, I've owned this since I was in high school. I do know him. Her name is Terrie, now.”

A shocked expression came to his face. “Your Tim?” He kind of choked.

“In the flesh and dress as the case maybe. Yes, that was my old name.”

“Your a girl now?” He stammered.

“I am finally the woman I have been all my life.” I said proudly. I noticed Jenn give a smile.

“You look great.” He said. “You going to the reunion?”

“Yeah, We are. I just pulled in here to get directions.”

“Hey, I don't judge. As long as you are happy that is all that matters. Come on, you can follow us. It's just around the corner.”

I glanced at Jenn. She nodded. “Sure lead the way.” I got back in and followed Mark to the venue.

We pulled off of Plymouth road, followed around the building to the parking lot. Mark pulled up and backed into a corner spot. I backed in next to him.

Mark and his wife got out of his Charger. I slipped my heels back on and me and Jen joined them. As we got closer to the door. I noticed a couple guys from my class were of to the side having a smoke.

I saw their eyes on us as Mark held the door for us. We followed the sign for Class of 83 to the left. At the registration desk was a couple of the popular girls from my class. They were a few of the group who organized this shin dig. We waited there were 3 other couples in front of us.

We let Mark and his wife go ahead of us. “We are here. Now relax.”Jenn took my hand and whispered in my ear.

A choked up voice, I whispered back. “Easier said than done.”

Just as it became our turn. Jenn gave me a kiss on the ear. I am definite that Julie and Donna saw it.

“Good evening, Ladies. Name.” Donna West asked.

“Jennifer Hunter, spouse.” Jenn told them.

They looked through the book. I watched as Donna found my name, She nudged Julie, who looked too. A couple expressions were exchanged.

“Is their a problem?” I asked. “Were you not able to find my wife? Should be under TA Hunter.”

“Well, we have it under Timothy Hunter?”

Yes, that would be correct. However, my name has changed to Terrie. Same initials, Now Terrie Amanda Hunter.”

“Let me make a correction.” Julie said. She scribbled out my deadname and wrote in my new one. Donna made a new name tag for me. “Terrie Hunter”

Handing me and Jenn our name tags. “Welcome to the reunion.” Donna cheerfully told us. “Find your place cards, put them were you sit.”

We walked in the door. Jen taking my hand. “One step farther.”

The place had about 2 dozen round tables, about a third had people at them. Me and Jennifer found the place cards. We found my name just under TA Hunter +1, But my senior picture was with the listing.

We chose a table. Nobody was sitting their, yet.

Jenn nudged me. “Let's use the ladies. I bet you have to go.”

“You know me too well.” We found the ladies room.

I let Jenn go first. Then I used the stall. I came out to Jenn checking her makeup. I checked mine. Doing a little repair, nothing to in depth. Pays to buy premium cosmetics. I told myself. Of course Jenn had to fuss a little with my braid. While she was doing it two of my classmates came in. Both of them were popular cheerleaders.

“Hi” I said.

“Hi” was all they said back. Still the stuck up bitches they were in school.

Me and Jenn returned to our seats. Another couple had dropped off her purse and his jacket. It was Todd Smolinski. I had him in a couple shop classes. He was an OK guy. I went and got me and Jenn a drink. I got my normal Rum and Coke, and Jennifer's an old fashion. On my way back from the bar I passed three of my classmates. Sounding like they were talking cars, my favorite subject.

I gave Jenn her drink. “There's some bench racing going on. Let's join them.” I whispered to Jenn. She is as much a motorhead as I am.

“You sure.” She asked. Sitting next to her. I took a large swig of my drink. Setting it on the table. I dug into my purse, I always keep a bunch of business cards as does Jenn. Grabbing a half dozen or so, I secured then behind the belt on my dress. Me and Jenn moved to were I heard the bench racing. My friend Mark was one of them. We just listened.

My other two classmates who were their. Was Joe Davis and Kyle Walker.

“You ever heard of Rarities?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, they do pretty good restorations.” Kyle commented.

“They must be in town for something. I saw their trailer parked at a hotel up by 8mile. It had a wicked ass slammed Ford dually pulling it.”

I gave Jenn a sideways look. She knew I was going to jump in since somebody mentioned our company.

“Rarities is one of the best car restoration shops in the country.”I started. “They are winner of SEMAs restoration shop of the year two years in a row.”

The 2 glanced at my name tag. Which only read Terrie. With my last name below.
You could hear the wheels squealing in their head.

“Oh, did Tim get his GTO done there?” Kyle asked.

“That was one of the first cars done there. But we have done a few dozen since. We have just started doing resto mods” I added.

I could see Joe look at Jenn's name tag. Confusion crossed his face. As Jennifer's name tag read, Jennifer with our last name under it, but followed by (spouse).

Mark who already knew who I was, just grinned.

Kyle jumped in first. “Do you know the owner?”

With a big smile, “You could say that. We are the owners of Rarities.” I pulled a business card out. “My card.” I handed it to Ryan.

He looked at it dumbfounded. I think that Joe finally realized who I was.

Actually being quite polite. Joe asked. “Are you, Tim?”

“Not anymore?” I stuck my hand out. “Terrie Hunter, this is my wife, Jennifer Hunter we own rarities. If you will excuse us.”We casually walked back to our table.

As I sat down, my heart going like a top fuel funnycar. I took about half my drink in one gulp. Exhaling, “Well the cat is out of the bag now. I can almost see the news moving across the room.” I nervously said to Jenn. “We should just go.”

“Look at me, will you please look at me.” Jenn started. I turned to face her. Taking both my hands. “Terrie Amanda Hunter, No, we are not leaving. We took the time from the shop. I know with SEMA coming up, It is a stressful time, for both of us. Our shop knows what to do. They are some of the best in the business.

“You wanted the world to know who we are, that a woman is just as capable as everyone else in the world.”

“Honey, I am not a woman.”

“Hey, I've seen you naked. Your not fooling me. You are a woman, every single piece of identification says you are a woman. From your birth certificate to your passport. You are Terrie Amanda Hunter, my beautiful wife.”

Pulling her to me and gave her a kiss. “Thanks.”

“Your welcome.”Jennifer pointed at my drink. “I'll get you another but I will be driving back to the hotel.”

“Just my normal pop then please.”

“OK,” Jenn kissed me again as she went to get us a refill.

I could feel more and more eyes on me. As the story moved through the room. I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. One from our daughter asking how our night was. I just sent back, 'so far, so good. By now everyone knows who I really am.'

The second was from Gail, our shop supervisor. Just saying everything is ahead of schedule, and not to worry. I sent back, 'great to hear lets keep it that way.'

Just as I was putting my phone away, I got a message back from Stephie. 'You are you, period. Let no one tell you other wise. Love you. Ma1'

I had just slipped my phone back in my purse. I heard behind me. “Excuse me, Terrie is it?”

I turned to see Kathy Stokes behind me along with Sue Bernett.

“Yes, it is.” I just smiled.

“Is it true, what is going around?” Sue asked.

“I haven't heard what is going around. But yes, me and my wife own Rarities Auto restorations.”

“No not anything like that.”Kathy began. “Something a little more personal.”

“Oh, That I am married to a female. Yes, I am a lesbian. Oh, you mean. Was I a female trapped in a male body. Yes, I was. Thank god not anymore.”

“Yes, that you were male and turned female. A lot of your classmates are accepting of you. I think you are brave to do so.” Sue told me.

“I think she is going to win the most changed in the class” Kathy mentioned.

I giggled, As I picked up the place card with my male senior class picture on it. Holding it up. “Do ya think?”

Jenn got back to the table. “Did I miss something?”

“Sue and Kathy think that I am going to voted most changed. I don't see it. I haven't changed that much, have I?” I giggled again. Then introduced Jenn to my classmates.

Jenn looked at my class picture then at me. After a minute, “Well, you are wearing your hair different and parting it in the center now.” The four of us giggled.

“Good seeing you, Terrie.” Sue said as they made their way towards the bar.

“That seemed to go well.” Jenn asked.

“Yeah, it did. It seems a majority of my classmates support me.”

“See what did I tell you.”

“You are right. But the night isn't over yet.” I noticed that Todd had came and moved his seat. No biggie. We talked to a few of my classmates for the next half hour. Most congratulating me for becoming my true self.

One of my classmates, told me I was sinning, and going to hell.

“Not anytime soon, there is a matter of a restraining order the devil took out against me.”

He stumbled for words then left. Then one of my friends from school asked if he and his wife could join us. We hung around all the time in school.

Randy Allen and his wife, Connie joined us. He glanced at my name tag. He must not have heard the news. He asked. “So, are you Tim's wife?”

“Sorry, no.” I pointed to Jenn. “She is my wife.”

Getting tongue tied. He looked at me closer. “Is that you?”

Again, “In the flesh and dress. Not that gullible kid you hung around with anymore.” He used to tell me about this hot Nova he had. That was all built up.

“What happened?”

“I realized I was dying pretending to be a man and I wanted to live. I became the woman I have needed to become.”

“Ah, OK. If your happy being a chick.”

“Best thing to ever happen to me besides marrying my Jennifer.”

'Ting-ting-ting' we heard.

“Can I get everyone's attention. If you will take your seats we can start our meal.”

“If you remember I am April Collins. I am the head of the reunion committee. We want to welcome you to the 30th Class reunion of the Redford Union High School, Class of 1983.

everyone cheered.

“Everyone enjoy your dinner.”

A bunch of waiters and waitresses began bringing out the first course of the meal. Salad. As my classmates began getting their food the sound died down.

“So is that the same GTO you had in school?” Randy asked.

“Sure is.”

So you did a Judge clone out of it. Never seen the flat black striping and spoiler. Looks good.”

“No, I did a Pontiac Historical Society search on it. That is actually a Judge. Shes been restored to a 400 point concours winner. She is one of 2 Judges in Polar White with the flat black Judge package, RamAir 4, 4 speed car.”

“Wow, we never thought it was special.”

“She's definitely a rarity, hence the name of our business. Rarities.”

Randy stopped eating and stared, “Wait, you own Rarities?”

“Yes, me and Jennifer do.”

“Wow.” was all he said. I continued my meal.

The main course was next. You had a choice of Filet Minon or chicken. We both chose the filet. Of course, Jennifer and I used all our manners. Being on the SEMA board, you can be invited to some white tie events. It is fun dressing to the nines, beautiful formal dresses and all.

About 45 minutes later the noise level started to increase as my classmates where finishing their meals.

“How was your steak?” I asked Jenn.

“Perfect, one of the best I have had. How was yours?”

“Very good.”

“Excuse me” Came a voice from behind me.

Me and Jenn turned to find April standing their. “Can I borrow your wife for a moment. She asked Jenn.

“You sure can, just have her home by midnight.” Jenn teased.

Me and April went to the side of the room. “Terrie, I want to thank you for donating the rest of the funds to make this reunion a success. It may not have happened if it wasn't for you.”

“Well, as I have said in our phone conversations. This is special for me. I wanted to come out to the class. I figured this would be the best place to do it.”

“Well, it looks like you are the one voted most changed since graduation. Can I tell that you are also the benefactor?”

“You sure can. I am happy to help out.”

“I'll start in a couple minutes.”

“Sure, I'll be ready.”

We both returned to out seats.

“What was that about?”

“She wanted to thank me for helping out with the reunion. She also wanted to recognize me for doing that. I said sure.”

“Are you going to say a few words.”

“I probably will. It is part of my coming out to these people.”

“OK, Honey. If you are sure.”

“Only thing I am sure of is death and taxes.” I quipped.

“Do you need to use the ladies before?” Jenn asked.

“I had better.” Me and Jenn used the ladies room.

As soon as we returned to our seat. April called for attention.

“I hope that all of you enjoyed your meal. Before we have some socializing and music. The reunion committee wanted to present an award. The classmate who has changed the most since graduation.”

You could here the noise level go up.

“OK, if I may finish. It was a unanimous decision among the committee. As I think you all will agree. We picked, Timothy Hunter.

April continued, “About 4 months ago, I received a facebook message from Tim. Asking if he could get my number to discuss the reunion. I gave it. The following Saturday I received a call. The voice on the other end of the line was soft and in a higher register. I did have Tim in a couple of classes. It wasn't the voice I remembered.

“Then she told me. Her name was Terrie, she has been living as her true self for 17yrs. I learned about her struggle and pain. Then triumphed. Becoming quite successful. With out her generosity we wouldn't have had the reunion we have now. Terrie volunteered to pay for the venue and the meal.”

I was beet red from embarrassment, When April asked me to join her. I walked to the front table were the reunion committee has sat. To a round of applause. I received a hug from April and the rest of the committee.

April presented me with a small plaque Most changed in 30 yrs. I dried my eyes, April motioned for me to say a few words.

“If there was a category, For most likely to become a woman. When we graduated. That would have been me. Yes, I used to be a male.” I started. “I never knew that I was actually a female in a male body. Until after my first wife and unborn son were killed. I had severe depression, almost to the point of suicide. My therapist helped me discover that I was indeed a female. I began my journey, and now I am who I have needed to be for so long. If it wasn't for my wife, Jennifer. I would have been a statistic. She has been my guiding light. I am finally happy living the life I should have had.

“Jenn and I founded our business. We started Rarities, 15 years ago. Today, Rarities auto restoration is a highly respected award winning auto restoration shop. Winner of the SEMA restoration shop of the year, 2 years in a row. Myself and Jennifer are on the executive board of the Specialty Equipment Manufactures Assoc, also known as SEMA.

“For those who wonder, I am considered a female. All legal documentation says I am. Thank you all. And GO PANTHERS.”

I walked back also to a round of applause. I am finally being myself, not trying to live a lie and try and be the male everyone thought I was. Jennifer met me at our seats with a hug and a fantastic kiss.

Sitting down, “Sweetheart, I am so proud of you.”Jenn held my hand.

A couple minutes later music started. Thankfully not as loud as when we had the 10th reunion. You couldn't talk to anyone. Which most of us wanted to do. This time the music was at a proper level so those of us who wanted to visit could do that.

Since my speech I have more of my classmates stop and talk to me. A couple of the guys who bullied me, just told me that they always knew I was a girl.

One of my religious classmates. Came by and told me I earned his respect. Which was nice. All in all about 85% support and /or respect me. Me and Jennifer danced a few times. Especially when they played our song, Bob Seger's the Ring. We held each other and kissed the whole song. They even played a song that had a swing beat to it. Of Course me and Jenn had to show off.

Just before everyone started to leave. Their was an announcement that a picnic will be at Lola Valley Park tomorrow at noon. Everyone's invited.

As we left, Mark gave me a hug, and invited us to hit Telegraph tonight. Our old cruise spot.

Turning to Jenn. “Well?” I asked.

“You mean I can finally see this famous Telegraph Rd. You've told me about. Sure.”

“Sure, we'll head up for couple loops.”

After getting in I remembered to take off my heels. So I could drive a little easier. We followed behind Marks Charger. More or less. We goofed around all the way to M-24 Telegraph road.

Turning right on Telegraph. It was fairly active. Going by the Hardees. At West Chicago, the old Korvette's parking lot was full. The lot at Joy and telegraph was also hopping.

“I would park at the Wendys and have a fry and a coke. Just hang out at the car. The shopping center parking lot would get cleared by the Redford Cops. I was safe.”

The boat place just south of Warren was full of cars. A lot of cars cruising. We moved over to the far left lane. So we could make the turn to go through the McDonalds. Just north of Ford Rd.

As we drove through the parking lot. “Sometimes we would park here and watch the flow.” I told Jenn.

“Watch for hot chicks I bet?” Jenn teased.

“Well, Of course. Why else would I cruise?”

“Well you did have a cool car back then.

“Yeah, But she is cooler now.”

Jenn just nodded.

Heading back up Graph as we called back in the day. A few cars were parked at the Auto1. We got some cat calls. It felt good. Passing over Hines Dr. The Dairy Queen was next. Always a few cars there. The Car Tunes shop had a couple cars in their lot.

Crossing Plymouth Rd, Under the tracks then over I-96. For early Oct the weather was perfect. Still in the mid 60s at 10pm. Making a loop back North just before 5 mile. To repeat the process. We cruised until 11:30 then called it a night. I jumped on I-96 out to I-275 then up to 8 mile. We ran about 85. With some cars blowing by. With the RA-IV 400, Muncie M-21 and 3:90 rear she would red line at only 100.

We pulled up behind the trailer, Jenn put down the ramp. I slowly drove my Judge into the trailer. Almost by feel anymore. Once I got it where she needed to be. I knocked on the trailers side door.

“Hello? Hello?” Jenn called. “Is anyone their.”

“Avon Calling.” I said from inside the trailer. She opened the door. I got out and closed up the trailer. Before closing the rear door, I hooked a red ribbon to the deck and closed it in the door. I also took a clothes pin also with a red ribbon on it and clipped it to the trucks shifter.

That is something I worked out to let whom ever is using the trailer, that the cargo/car wasn't secured. With some deadlines we work on a car late. Throw it in the trailer forget to tie it down and crash for a couple hours then leave for were ever. It has almost happened, I don't want our companies reputation be smashed by a careless mistake.

I set the alarm. Me and Jenn headed to our room. Holding hands on our way. Once we stepped into the hotel. We both carried our heels to our room. Once in our room, I used the restroom as Jenn got undressed. I carried out my dress as Jenn passed me She just had on her pink teddy.

Just as the door closed. Jenn warned me. “Don't you dared get undressed.”

I knew what she meant. And I didn't take off my silver teddy. I hung up our dresses, put our shoes away. By the time that was done. Jennifer had finished her business.

She walked towards me with lust in her eyes. She backed me into the wall. Jenn held my hands over my head with her left hand. Ravaged me with kisses. Exploring my nether regions with her other hand. We wound up on the nearest bed as we made Sapphic love. We fell asleep snuggled together naked. Good thing we left the do not disturb sign on the door.

I woke when I felt Jenn untangle herself and head to the bathroom. Glancing at the time, 9:18.

Smiling as my beautiful wife returned to bed. Then it was my turn. I returned to bed also.

“Morning, Lover.”She said to me. “Looks like we missed breakfast downstairs. It's only till 9.”

“It's not like we can't go out to eat.”

Stretching her longs legs. “Would you like to join me in a shower?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Me and Jennifer took a nice shower together. We didn't play with each other too much. As we dried off. I turned on the weather.

I dug in my bag to get what I wanted to wear today. Something nice and comfortable, since we are hitting the road after the picnic. Let me see, bra, a matching thong, a long comfy t-shirt with the Ford Cammer across the chest, with the SOHC owners association on the back and a pair of Rarities logoed, yoga pants.

Pink sneakers and no see-um socks round up the look. Putting a little makeup on and my hair in a bouncy ponytail, I was all set for the day. Jenn wore about the same. Bra Panties, Rarities ladies T, and also the Rarities yoga pants. Purple and grey sneakers completed Jenn.

We gathered our things, putting everything in the proper place. Grabbing our luggage we checked the room again, we had everything. As normal I put a tip and a thank you card on the nightstand.

Dropping off our key cards at the front desk. We rolled out to the truck. I let Jenn load the luggage in the back of the truck. While I secured the car in the trailer. I've done if more than a few times so it didn't take long. Removing the flag from the door. I closed up and re-locked the trailer.

Jenn had already started the Ford, the supercharged Cammer motor purred under the hood. Most people think I'm nuts not using a diesel in this. I prefer gas in this. Our custom big toterhome has the diesel in it. It always gets looks with the 49 GMC COE cannonball cab that was used.

The1965 Vintage SOHC 427 Cammer motor, Bored and stroked to give a 468ci. 9:1 compression is happy being fed by the 8-71 BDS blower. With the fuel injection the change in altitude between home and Detroit isn't any problem.

“I'll check the lights, sweetheart.” Jenn headed to the back of the trailer. Watching through the mirrors as she gave me hand signals on which light to activate then a thumbs up is it is working. When it was all checked she gave me the heart sign. I love that woman. I removed the clothes pin tag from the shifter. Jennifer got in putting on our belts.

Putting the duelly in gear, The 4 rear tires gave a chirp in protest. As normal. Turning on Haggerty we followed it to Seven mile. Stopping at a Wendys for a quick breakfast. Taking seven mile to Beech Daly, The SOHC powered Ford towed the trailer without any problem. We stopped at Subway and picked us up a sandwich. I pulled into the Speedway at 6 mile and filled the 2 tanks, 68 gallons of 94 octane later she was full. Of course, we get the looks. Should get us to Iowa, With the trailer on the back we get a respectable 20.3mpg. The supercharged Cammer's torque is at 3500rpm, and runs 80 at 3800 rpm. So all the 981 ft pds is used. Pulling out wasn't a problem, 11am on Sunday wasn't too busy, I just got on her a little.

Jennifer just shook her head. “I'm surprised you haven't activated the cut-outs?”

With a mischievous smile, “That is a good idea.” I hit the loud switch on the overhead console. It in turn switches the exhaust from the 3” muffled rear exit. To the custom made zoomies on each side just past the cab. As I came to the turn on to Puritan, the light changed. We were 3rd back.

Jenn saw me eyeing the fire switch next to the loud one, “I don't think so, Missy.”

“Party pooper.” We have set up the zoomies with a small propane bottle so we can shoot fire out of them. Kinda like flamethrowers deluxe.

“Maybe later.”

Of course, I squealed like a little girl.

“Why did I say yes?”

Making the turn. “You asked me? I'm the one who said yes.”

Turning on Pomona to follow Lola Valley park. We drove until We saw a bunch of cars. As we passed, we saw the banner, 'Class of 1983'

“Must be it.” Jenn mentioned.

As we idled by, a few people looked. I pulled off were I found a place long enough. I had to. I revved it and activated the fire switch. 4 ft flames erupted out of each of the 8 tubes. Looked like a top fuel funny car. I always give it a rev once I shut off the fire to make sure everything is out.

“Show off?” Jenn scolded me.

With the Cheshire cat smile, “Yep”

Me and Jen headed to the picnic, grabbing our Subway. As we walked down to the tables. I noticed a couple of my former classmates watching us. Maybe enjoying the view. I think I look good. I know that my Jennifer is gorgeous. I must look halfway decent. Me and Jenn are the same size. Which I thought would save closet space. Nope sure didn't. I giggled at the thought.

“What is so funny?” Jenn asked as we found a picnic table.

“Just thinking that we thought we would save closet space being the same size.”

“Sure didn't work out that way, did it.”

“Nope”

“Jennifer, Terrie glad you could make it.” Sue Burnett called as she rushed over. She gave us both hugs.

“Can I talk to the two of you?” Sue asked.

“Sure, have a seat.” Jenn motioned to the table.

The three of us grabbed a seat. “What's up?” I asked.

“Well I didn't want to say anything last night. With all the people around.”Sue started quietly. “I am proud to know you both. I totally support you. As I have a transgender daughter.”

“My best advice I can give is support her. Treat her as she has been a girl all her life. How old is she?”

“She is 12, our youngest. My husband isn't to keen on the idea of his son turning into a girl. He begrudgingly is accepting it.”

“You need to sit down with your husband and discuss it with him. He needs to realize that his support could actually mean life or death.”

“You mean she could kill herself?”

“A lot of transkids who don't have support of their parents often commit suicide. But with your supporting her it may not come to that.”

“I would be devastated, I think my husband too.”

“Just talk it over with him. Then ask your daughter to join you. She may be able to tell him how she feels. Have you gotten a Therapist for your daughter?”

“Yes, She is great.”

“Have you and your husband attended any sessions with her.”

“Just me.”

“I would tell your husband for your daughters sake he needs to go.”

“Terrie, Thank you for the advice.” Sue gave me a hug again.

Giving her one of my business cards. “Call if you need to talk, Your daughter can too.”

“Thank you.” Sue went and joined some others.

Me and Jenn ate our sandwiches. While visiting with some of my classmates.

Mark came up to the table. “See you are using some class to pull your trailer.”

“Well I got it cheap. I figured why not.”

“So, what's under the hood?”

Pointing to my shirt, “Supercharged 427 Cammer.”

“Oh, did a 5.4 swap?”

“Well, no. A first gen.”

“Where did you find one?”

“We found a used block and heads, Rebuilt it and run BDS 8-71 and fuel injection.”

“Your kidding me, you have a blown 427 Cammer under the hood.”

“Yep, we sure do.” Jennifer answered.

“If you don't believe me. I'll show you. Be back in a minute, sweetheart.”

I took Mark up to were I had parked the truck and trailer.

After popping the hood, As I stood in front of truck. “I know you'll want this but you can't have it.”

I yanked open the fiberglas hood. The 427 SOHC cammer was not only decked out with the BDS 8-71 supercharger and bug catcher fuel injection.

“Holey, Fuck? An actual SOHC. Were did you find it?”

“Being on the SEMA board you get to know some people. So, I got it from Tom Hoover . I told him what I was planning on building he gave me a hell of a price”

We talked a little then we returned to the picnic. Jenn was talking to Marcia Jenkins. A girl I had a crush on since 7th grade, of course she was a cheerleader.

We exchanged pleasantries, she left as I sat down. I finished off my sub, like a proper lady should.

Between bits, “So, what did you and Marcia talk about?” I asked Jenn.

“A little this and a little that. I didn't know you had a crush on her?”

“Yeah, I did. I left an couple anonymous notes. of course. I over heard some of the jocks saying that they would push him against the lockers and force him to admit it. I wasn't sure who they where talking about, but vowed to not let it happen to me. The jocks did confront me about the notes. But wasn't held against the lockers because I freely admitted it. Don't know what they told her. But from then on She would flip me off any chance she got.”

“She mentioned that, and that she was sorry.”

“Why didn't she tell me herself.”

“She didn't say but I think she is embarrassed.”

“A big story of my life. Nobody wants to be around the transgirl?” Taking a huge unladylike like bite.

“Terrie Amanda Hunter, you had better stop that negative talk right this minute.”

“I can talk about myself as I see fit. I am only stating fact.” I plopped the last 1/8 of my sub in my mouth. Licking my fingers of the extra dripped mayo.

Taking my hands in hers. “Sweetheart, Please don't do this. You know better, You have a lot of friends. Look at when we go to the SEMA. Look how many people talk to you. Do you think the company would be as successful as we are, if anybody just looked at you being a transgirl. Just think about it.”

I enveloped her in a hug, as I cryed. “I'm sorry, it is just hard.”

“I understand. Are we about ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah, We have a long way to go, and a short time to get there.”

“OK, Bandit let's run.” Jenn countered. She knew what movie I was referencing.

Me and Jennifer joined hands, walking up towards the road to throw away our trash.

I walked a little ways back down the hill towards the parking lot. “MOST OF YOU NEVER GAVE ME THE TIME OF DAY. I KNOW WHY I WAS THE WAY I WAS IN SCHOOL. I AM TERRIE AMANDA, AND I AM NOW THE WOMAN I SHOULD HAVE BEEN BORN. I AM FINALLY ME!!” I yelled at the crowd.

Turning to head to the truck, I heard applause. All of my former classmates clapping. That did it. I joined Jenn, with tears in my eyes. I waved and blew a kiss. I gave professional curtsy. “THANK YOU ALL.”

As we got to the truck. Jenn asked, “Are you alright to drive?”

Still a little choked up, “Yeah, I'll be fine.”

I fired up the blown Cammer in the truck. I revved it, Hitting the fire switch. We left in a smoke trail from the burnout I did. Looked like a top fuel funny car, shooting flames and all.

We headed up Kinloch to 6mile. We took 6 mile west to Inkster. Turning left on Inkster, down and hopped on I-96 west. I took me until Levan rd to cheer up. M14 to I-94 west. We relaxed, set the cruise control at 80. Rocking down the highway, Headed home.

The End

While most all of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. However, This story uses my real name as it is how I wish my reunion turn out. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.