Part One of Three:
Does Cerridwen Dream of Being a Bunny Girl?
I've always wanted to attend an anime convention. I've always wanted to cosplay too. All summer long, I've been working my little fingers to the bare bone, doing all manner of work, from washing dishes and busting the tables down at the local maid cafe. Stocking the shelves and working out trucks at the local general store, heck I'd even started a small, and somewhat successful dog washing business. I'd even walk them too for a small fee of course. Heck, I'd even turned to mowing the overgrown yards of the elderly citizens of Benton. Pretty much any way to turn a dollar I've tried it this summer.
I'd not only limited myself to mowing overgrown yards, but also pulling weeds from flower beds and planting flowers. I'd even spent a few, long, sunny afternoons helping a few of the older people bring in the first fruits of their harvest from their gardens. Not only that, but I'd also hired myself out to clean people's houses. All of this of course was hard, back breaking work. But all of this hard work meant that I'd managed to earn around twelve hundred dollars. Add that to the eight or nine hundred dollars I had tucked away in my personal banking account in town and I had little over two thousand dollars I could lay my hands on.
And with that much money on hand and with my summer vacation about to come to an end I decided it was now or never. With my mind firmly made up, I decided I would attend Vicksburg Anime. A kind of location anime convention being held at the convention center in Vicksburg, Vicksburg was a port on the Mississippi River and was roughly sixty miles from Benton by car, or an hours train ride away or if I was the kind of witch who could fly on a broom, I could be there in under an hour. Slightly faster than a car. Vicksburg Anime was also the last of the summer anime conventions in the region. Soon school would once more be back in succession and once more I would find myself shackled to a school desk. And once more the sole focus of my life would be passing one test after another.
Anyway mom and I of course to come and ladies understanding if you will. Mom had agreed that I deserved a break because I'd been doing so much work in and around Benton and helping her tend to her herb garden and keep the house spotless. So she was willing to drive me to Vicksburg to attend the convention. Since I'd only had a learners permit and not a drivers license. Anyway mom had set a few hard conditions down. The first condition being that I had to pay for the petrol that would be used up in driving to and from the convention. The second condition was that I had to pay my own way into the convention. The third condition was that anything I bought at the convention would come out of my own pocket.
The fourth condition was I could only attend a weekend convention. The fifth and final condition was that mom had the final say so on the costume I wore to the convention and she had the power and right to veto any outfit she might deem a bit too risque.
It was the forth and final condition that made me a bit worried, you see, there was one character that I really wanted to cosplay as, and that was Mai Sakurajima, who was the main female lead for the popular Rascal Does Not Dream Of.. series of light novels. Mai Sakurajim was famous in the anime community. Mostly because in her maiden appearance in the first chapter of the first novel of the series Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai. She is introduced to the reader as a former child star actress who is spotted wandering around the reading room of an local library dressed in all things a bunny suit!
Anyway my boyfriend sometimes girlfriend Daisy often quipped that I'd often just act like Mai Sakurajima, since I was prone to pouting, shouting the word Baka at the top of my lungs, I was also prone to sulking when things did not go my way or the way I wanted them. And according to her I often employed her brutal sense of humor.
And so with that in mind, I took a deep breath as I made my way into the kitchen. Now our kitchen is kind of rustic. The floor is wood, and from the rafters there hangs bundles of herbs drying. Mom uses these herbs to make her potions. In the middle there is a weather worn kitchen table. The table kind of sits in the center of things, with the sink and the fridge on the left hand side and the stove and such on the right hand side.
Mom of course was there, standing over the stove, the savory smell of tenderized pieces of venison steaks being fried till they were a golden brown filled the air alone with the sound of popping grease. Mom's hands were coated with flour and her baby blue eyes seemed both altered and dull at the same time.
“Hey mom.” I said as I eased into the kitchen.
Mom smiled as she looked up from her cooking and fixed me with a look. The dullness of her eyes seemed to vanish in an instant.
“Good afternoon daughter. Good to see the smell of frying meat has lured you from your room. Want to help your old mom with dinner?” She asked me as she reached over and took down an extra apron from the hook it was hanging from. With one flick of the wrist she tossed it toward me.
“Sure.” I said as I caught the apron and quickly tied it around my waist. “Also I was wondering if you and I could talk, I've settled on a cosplay.” I said blushing a little as I walked up to mom. A quick glance around showed me that she had a glass plate filled with raw deer steaks that had already been tenderized and sprinkled with seasoning salt.
Beside the glass plate there was a plastic grocery bag filled with flour that was next to a heavy iron skillet that was filled with bubbling oil. Next to it was another glass plate that had a few squares of heavy paper towels placed on it. A few pieces of steak were resting on the bed of towels, I counted seven of them, all had been fried a golden, amber brown.
“Sure.” Mom said, smiling a little. “Something going on between you and Daisy?” She inquired as she laid another piece of meat into the skillet.
“No.” I said blushing. “It is about the cosplay I want to wear for the upcoming annual Vicksburg Anime Convention in Vicksburg .” I said blushing a little.
“Go on.” Mom gently placed a few more pieces of meat into the skillet. “Would Daisy be going with you?” She asked as she started to stir the pieces of meat with a metal fork.
“No, Daisy is going to have her tonsils taken out that weekend. I kind of wanted her to go but that was the only time they could have the operation. And it's an all day deal. Like she needs to over at MMC at three o' clock that morning to check her in and her operation not till like five or six.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Though I promised to get her a signed copy of How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl! Cause that her favorite light novel..”
“That is very sweet of you. So what character are you wanting to cosplay as?” Mom kept one eye and the meat and one eye on me. I could tell she was trying to weigh the pro's and con's of what she was going to say.
“Mai Sakurajima!” I said blushing again. I had no idea why I kept blushing. “I want to cosplay as her, and wear a bunny suit to my first anime convention! Because she is known for wearing a bunny suit!” I said expecting her to drop the piece of meat she was flouring into the oil and splashing the oil over the side of the skillet. And adding another layer of grease to the already greasy stove.
There was indeed a pause and mom just eased her piece of meat down into the bag and then she slowly turned around and folded her arms across her chest right under her breast and smiled a little as she cocked her head to the side.
“Okay! I was expecting you to cosplay as either Sailor Mars from Sailor Moon, since that was your first anime. Or Kagome Higurashi from Inuyasha since that was your favorite anime for a while.. but really Mai Sakurajima that the girl from that weird anime about a girl who can't be seen because of something something? But that aside, a bunny suit?”
“Yes.” I said bracing myself for mom to either say just 'no' or launch into a counter argument. And for sixty painful seconds I waited till at least mom just seemed to smile.
“I guess. You are after all growing up. Plus, I don't feel like repeating the fight we had when you wanted to wear a two piece bikini when you volunteered to staff the dunking booth. And I gotta remind myself that I was a teenager at one point too.”
I blinked.
“So? When you say bunny suit you're talking about the kind of Playboy Bunny kind of suits? Or something else?” Mom said casually as she returned to breading the meat, one by one she dropped them into the oil.
“I guess it's kind of like the Playboy kind I've seen in daddy workshop..” I said, smiling a little.
At that mom seemed to freeze she turned around and looked me dead in the eye, and well I'd quickly took one step back and then another and then another. Mom looked madder than hell. But then just as quickly as that fit of rage had come over her it passed. Like rain in a meadow in summer time.
“Okay..” She said, taking a deep breath as she turned to face the stove. “Here is what is going to happen. I will approve of it, only because you're my daughter and I know telling you no will make you want to do it even more and I remember how I was when I was your age. Plus, I'm sure since you've been on HRT for about two years now you've developed enough now.” Mom paused. “Plus, I'm sure you want to show off how much you have developed.”
I nodded my head.
“Plus if I tell 'No' I'm sure you will do it anyways, no matter if I threaten to ground or even spank you. And I wish to avoid a fight if at all possible. I would have done the same at your age. And you are my daughter after all. So here is what is going to happen. You buy the cosplay, you buy the pass, and you buy the gas to get there and back. And I will buy my own ticket and buy dinner.”
I nodded my head. Things seemed to be going in my favor right now. Why jeopardize myself now and open my mouth.
“Now, don't worry I'm not going to hover over you. I know you're going to be busy doing fan things, posing with people who have also dressed up, looking at what you call them? Manga? Those weird Japanese comic books? The ones you gotta read backwards.” Mom was snapping her fingers as she rattled off all these words. A sure sign that her mind had been pulled in one to many directions.
“But I do want to be there just in case something happens to you. I mean I don't expect anything to happen to you. I'm sure the convention staff will be on top of their game. Just as a mother I want to be close by in case something happens.” Mom paused. “Make sense?”
I nodded my head.
“Good.” Mom said, smiling a little.
And then something happened that I ever expected to happen. Mom stopped frying the meat and walked over and pulled into a hug, she nestled my head between her breasts and smiled a little as she wrapped one arm around my shoulder and used her other arm to hold my head into place.
“Hard to believe my little Cerridwen's growing up so quickly. I remember when you first cracked the egg. You've come a long way since then and I'm really, really proud of you.”
And so that's how I gained permission to cosplay as a bunny girl for my first anime convention.
Part Two of Three:
Bunnygirl Cerridwen-Chan!
Amazon was the premier bazaar of the internet. One could find anything one wanted there. And so one afternoon mom and I sat down together and started to browse the site for bunny suits. Mom kind of wanted to be there to help guide me I guess. Also I guess she kind of saw this as a kind of mother-daughter bonding time.
“Okay this looks..” Mom paused as she peered at the image that appeared on the screen. The model that flashed up on screen looked to be around twenty three and had long, jet back hair and sapphire blue eyes. She was dressed in a shiny black leather jumpsuit that was backless and strapless. A black and white bow tie and a pair of black and white bunny ears. Completing the outfit was back pantyhose, white cuffs with brass buttons, and last but not least three inch black heels.
“I mean.” Mom paused again. “Cerridwen, are you sure you want to wear this?” Mom said, blushing a little. I'm quite sure she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that her transgender daughter was wanting to venture out wearing the most sexual of outfits.
“Yes,” I said, blushing a little. I'm going to be honest with you guys, the minute I first laid eyes on the outfit I felt a sudden wave of intimidation starting to wash over me. I was starting to wonder if I could really pull this outfit off. I mean, despite the vast amount of effort that had gone into the shaping and molding of my body and mind this past summer. I still felt a little like a boy who was just pretending to be a girl.
I mean that is a silly notion right? The name on my banking account was Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, the name on the Hot Topic account card was Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn. My Learners Permit had the name Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn printed on it. My newly issued social security number had the name Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn printed in the middle. My newly issued birth certificate had the name Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn printed on it. I was by all accounts a sixteen year old girl who was named Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn.
And this summer I'd made great efforts to mold my body and mind into something that did not look like the great Goddess, the mother of all life and the maker of earth had decided to throw together out of some remaining molder clay she had left over from creation. You know something on a whim she decided to slap together before pushing into the great kiln and saying her work was done.
Mom nodded her head.
“Okay.” She said, taking a deep breath. “Hold one right there.” She said as she pushed back her chair and walked out of my room. She returned a few minutes later holding her purse. A few seconds ticked by before she took her seat again. She opened her purse and then pulled out her bank card.
“Mom?” I asked as I watched mom take the mouse from me, she then brought up the ordering page and started to fill in the boxes. “Mom, what are you doing?” Silly question, I knew what she was doing. She was placing the order. But she was paying for the cosplay out of her own pocket? That was not part of the deal! I was supposed to pay for the cosplay.
“Hush.” Mom said.
Six minutes later the order had been completed and mom had printed out the invoice for the order using my wireless printer that was located right beside my computer. Mom then took a deep breath and folded the piece of paper up and slipped it into her purse. Once that was done she closed her purse and sat it down beside her chair.
“I'm going to say this again Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn. I do not approve of this, I think you're far too young to be wearing such a risque outfit. But then again I allowed you to wear a bikini that covered less. So who am I to judge.”
I nodded my head.
“In a short time you will be getting your high school diploma. You will be wanting to go to prom. And I want you to go to prom. Prom to a young lady is like her wedding. In fact, next to her wedding it's maybe the most important night in her young life.” Mom paused. “Then you'll be off to college. Fact is, I do not want to send you off unsure of yourself. If you feel comfortable enough to wear that kind of costume out in public. If you feel comfortable enough with your body, then I support you.”
I blinked and blinked again.
“When you came out of the 'Egg' to me. I behaved poorly. I snapped on you and well I flew off the handle and right into you. I could have lost you that night. Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, you are the most important thing in my life. I see it now. I always wanted a daughter and in a roundabout way, the Goddess has given me a daughter.”
I had no idea what to say. But I said the first thing that popped into my mind.
“Thanks mom, that means a lot.” I said, smiling a little.
“Anyway it says that the thing will be here in three or four business days because I used my Amazon Prime account.” Mom said and then I noticed she was blushing. “Thankfully, I don't share an account with your father. Also, on that note be sure to clear your browser history and your search history. And don't go around the house in the thing. I might be understanding, but your father is no.” Mom said, sighing.
I titled my head in confusion.
“Don't play dumb with me Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn. You know you have your father wrapped tightly around your fingers.” Mom said, sighing.
“Do you think he'll make me return it?” I was a little worried my father would make me return the costume. I had heard horror stories of fathers making daughters return outfits they found too risque back to the shops.
“Oh heavens no!” My mother said, taking a deep breath. “Your father is not that type of man! But he will follow us around the convention and menace any boy that comes near you, much less looks at you. You won't have much fun with your father following you around. As I guess one of your goals is to get your picture taken a lot? Is that a reason you settled on such a risque cosplay?”
“Yes,” I said, blushing a little.
“Well then, if your father found out you were wearing that outfit, he would follow us around and menace each boy that tried to speak with you. If the boy made a mistake and made a pass at you, he will be pulled to the side and given a stern talking to. Also if somebody wanted a picture taken of you, they would find their camera taken from them and either tossed into the fountain or smashed upon the concrete.” Mom said with a sigh.
“Wow..” I said blushing a little.
“Yes.” Mom said. “On the plus side your dads are not on any social media accounts. So if some pictures of you in such a risque outfit did surface on the net. He'll have no way of knowing. Anyway, it's late. You have a full day tomorrow helping me at the salon in the morning and you promised Mr. And Mrs. Potter you'll help them stock the store too. So you better get into the wash and get ready for bed.”
I nodded my head and stood up and kissed my mom on the cheeks.
“Night mum.” I decided at that moment to switch to a more British word because I felt like being a brat.
“Goodnight Cerridwen.”
A few days passed. Then late one afternoon, as I was coming home from helping the Potter's clean out the back room of their small shop, a chore that had earned me fifty dollars cash for three or four hours of hard cleaning. A chore that had left me in need of a bath because I was covered in dust from the top of my head to the very bottom of my feet. Anyway that afternoon as I was making my way through the kitchen I noticed mom was once more at the stove. It seemed we were having fried fish for dinner that night.
“Hey Cerridwen.” Mom said as she paused. “A parcel addressed to you came through the post this morning. I sat it on your bed. Also you need to sweep and mop that floor again young lady. I swear, there is enough grime and dirt on that floor that I could grow my prize winning tomato plants in that room.”
“Sure mom I'll add that to my chore list.” I said, sighing.
And with that I started toward my room.
And just like my mom said, there sitting upon my bed was indeed a parcel from the Cosplay Company I'd ordered my bunny suit from. I took a deep breath and walked toward it. Once I was near it, I bent down and picked it up.
“Well are you going to try it on or what?” I voice said from behind me.
I quickly spun around and noticed that my mom was standing in the middle of my doorway.
“What?” I said blushing a little.
“I want to see how the fabled 'Playboy Bunny Suit' will look on my daughter. Plus I just dropped thirty something dollars on it.” Mom said.
I felt myself starting to blush again as I gathered up the bits and pieces of the costume. I then turned toward mom. I was going to ask her to step out of the room and give me a bit of privacy but.. mom being mom would have no doubt said 'Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn! I pushed you out after twenty four hours of pure hell! I've nursed you through dozens of childhood illnesses! I've washed you from head to toe more times than I could even if I used all ten fingers and all ten toes! You've nothing to be ashamed of, girl! I've seen it all'.
And so blushing I started to strip to change into the outfit. Mom to her credit just sat there and watched me struggle. Once all the bits and pieces were done, I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart and stepped out in front of mom who nodded her head in approval.
“Black is really your color dear.” Mom said. “You have a nice body, and an hourglass figure most girls will kill for. Curvy in all the right places. And it seems the Goddess has finally decided to bless your chest. They're bigger than mine when I was your age..” Mom said with a wry smile.
I blushed.
“I would suggest looking into a track suit. You can wear it over your outfit, and when we reach the anime convention you can just remove it. And when we get ready to leave you can put it back one. Save time, you know, and you won't have to change.”
And with that mom left my room. Allowing me to think.
Part Three of Three
The Bunny Belle of The Anime Convention! Cerridwen-Chan!
The Vicksburg Convention Center was a handsome brick building located in the heart of downtown Vicksburg, that to say it was located right on the riverfront, right behind the concrete flood wall the city had built some twenty years ago to contain the yearly overflow from the Mississippi River. Vicksburg being a river port depended on the Mississippi River and the barge traffic that flowed up and down the river.
Vicksburg to me was a strange city. The city was an old one, and you could feel the age, most of the streets downtown had brick or cobblestone streets. Many of the buildings downtown had been built before the American Civil War and had been rebuilt following the war.
My sometimes girlfriend and sometimes boyfriend had been born into the upper echelons of Vicksburg High Society. I'd learned from others that the Bell family had been among the first families to travel up the Mississippi River to settle in the then tiny river hamlet of Walnut Hills. This tiny outpost of humanity would quickly grow into a thriving river port. The Bell family had first made their fortune as mere merchants. Then they decided to invest in land and become planters. With cotton being the chief crop they invested in. And as a result human flesh was added to the list of assets the family owned.
But none of that mattered now, as that was some one hundred and fifty years ago. But it only added to the uneasy vibe I got from the city. As for the convention, I was blown away, I felt like Alice, who had chased the white rabbit and had fallen down the rabbit hole and had turned up in Wonderland.
Anime, Manga, Light Novel, and Science Fiction fans from all over Mississippi, Louisiana, and Arkansas it seemed had been summoned. The convention was one part street market, one part bazaar, one part fashion show and finally one part meet and greet. I quickly found out that I was not the only one who had decided to cosplay as a fabled 'Bunny Girl' in fact it proved a popular choice.
“Wow.” Mom said as she looked around her. “I had no idea anime was this popular.” She said as she took in the sights and sounds of the convention. “I remember when I was your age, anime was like those weird cartoons you could only watch late at night. And they always focused on a guy, who had emotional issues, being in command of a huge robot, and fighting in a robot war.”
I nodded my head.
“And like when I was in high school there was this one cartoon about this kid, who was like kicked out by his mom, and given like this powerful handheld computer and told to go find and enslave all these creatures that said their name over and over again. Said kid often got abused by his friends both physically, mentally and emotionally and often by the same creatures he was trying to capture and enslave.” Mom mused.
“So..” I said looking around. “Nobody is looking at me.”
“Did you want people to look at you?” Mom asked as she started to look around her, her eyes seemed to zoom in toward a table that seemed to be selling Manga. The Manga it looked like was old as the hills as the paper had already turned yellow and the titles were written in Japanese instead of English. And I could not read Japanese.
“Well mom.” I said pouting a little. “That was kind of the whole point behind the costume. To get people to look at me, to ask them to strike a pose and to get a lot of pictures taken so I could kind of boost my modeling career.” I said pouting a little.
Mom nodded her head. I could tell she was thinking that or she was totally over her head.
“You know, get a lot of pictures taken of me and posted on Instagram, and on the conventions Facebook page. Maybe attract the attention of some famous cosplayers and get them to mention me and maybe even interview me.” I said, sighing. “Which I hope will lead to me being discovered by some huge cosplay company and asked to model for them! Leading to a life of easy riches, fast cars, and wild parties.” I said, sighing.
Mom nodded her head.
“I would suggest you focus on getting those grades up so you can get into a good scholarship.” Mom said. Mom then paused. “So you can either get a degree in a career field that you might like. Nursing or go to beauty school like I did and join me in the family salon.”
I was just about to respond with a remark that would no doubt get my bottom popped. But Mom had taken a break in the conversation to stray off and take a look at one of the Manga's being displayed at a nearby table. The guy tending to the table looked skinny and frail and his eyes seemed to be bigger than his head. His hair reminded me of straw and was wearing a Pokemon 2000 shirt. Judging by the way the shirt looked I guess it had really been twenty four years since the shirt was last washed.
A few minutes passed as I watched mom walk up and down the table. I guess she was trying to judge the Manga's by their covers. Since the titles were all written in Japanese, I'm sure my mom, like me, could not either understand or comprehend written or spoken Japanese. Finally one cover must have piqued her curiosity because she reached down and picked it up.
A few moments later she turned a bright beet red. Her face was red as a firecracker and her ears seemed to be on fire. I swear to you, I thought in a few seconds I would see a stream of steam escaping from her ears.
“Cerridwen.” Mom said as she walked over to me. “Why is this woman.. why is this bikini clad woman being molested by a massive, over sized jellyfish.”
I blinked and eyed my mom for several long seconds.
“What?” I walked over and looked down down the page my mom had stumbled upon and then I looked at mom who was shaking like a leaf.
“Oh.” I said blinking. “That is what connoisseurs of anime porn call tentacle porn.” I said in a deadpan of voice. “Some people get off seeing a bikini clad babe get molested by a massive over sized jellyfish. I bet if you flip a few pages you will see the monster inserting its tentacles into the woman, maybe even squeezing her boobs. Also sometimes its a guy, getting jacked by the massive tentacles, with the thickest, strongest one going into the guys butt..” I was honestly lost for words.
Mom blinked and blinked again as she peered down the manga she was holding in her hand. She then turned toward the sales clerk who was looking directly at her. Mom once more started to blush and quickly she sat the manga down upon the table.
A few seconds later she was reaching down into her handbag and without saying a word she slapped a ten dollar bill down upon the table and picked the manga up again. The guy tending the booth was stunned to say the least. But I think he knew better than to raise a fuss.
“Mom, did you just really buy that manga?” I asked as I peered toward my mom.
Mom blushed and turned her head around.
“Never mind that Cerridwen.”
I swear for a brief moment I saw my mom flush a bright red. A few minutes later mom and I found ourselves walking toward another booth. This one was selling ready to wear cosplays. Most of them were sailor fuku, that's the Japanese version of the classic, Catholic Schoolgirl uniform. And a few maid outfits. The Japanese it seemed had two great loves, Schoolgirl uniforms and French maid outfits. Mom once more turned a beet red as she noticed the saucy offerings on display.
I myself just shrugged and kept walking until I noticed mom was not standing beside me. Puzzled, I turned my head around and peered in her direction. It was then I noticed my mom was standing there, holding one of the outfits up to her. It was the French maid one. A little piece of paper attached to the outfit showed it was going for thirty dollars.
“Mom your really thinking about buying that?” I asked as I turned toward my who just gave me a little smile as she once more reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. Mom, still blushing handed the woman running the booth two folded twenty dollar bills and nodded her head.
“I think your father would enjoy seeing me in it.” Mom said blushing. As she stuffed the outfit into the bag. “You'll understand when you get married honey.”
Now, I'm aware that my mom and dad have had sex before. It's how I was born, but since I've hatched from the egg if you will mom has been very open with me about her love life. Sharing with me details of her past boyfriends she had before she settled on day. She told me about her wedding day and how she felt being a bride, what color the dress was, what color the dresses the bridesmaid's wore and so on. She even told me about my birth, something I really did not want to know about.
“Anyway! Shall explore this convention?” Mom asked as she started to eye the row of tables laden with goods. I could see her eyes were starting to sparkle, no doubt the shopping bug had just bitten her.
And so mother and I explored the convention hall, taking in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the crowd convention. We sojourned away the morning and afternoon there, and before we left as the sun was finally setting over the broad Mississippi River, making the old iron bridge that spans it glow. Mom and I had both made memories to last a lifetime. And I'd gotten my photo taken at least a dozen times. I shall tell you what treasures I brought back before I conclude my story. I brought from a man selling second hand manga the complete set of Sword Art Online and the complete set of Love Hina. The man was willing to part with them for a mere seventy dollars. A true bargain if you ask me.
And mom rediscovered an old favorite. It turns out in the nineties when mom was in High School that she really fell in love with this weird cartoon called Sailor Moon. But since she was a Junior in High School and one of the popular kids she kept her love for Sailor Moon to herself . But now, having moved past High School pitfalls such as following the herd on what is cool or not. And discovering that there was a whole community devoted to her favorite weird cartoon made her want to revisit.
So mom picked up a complete second hand collection of the manga, all fourteen volumes! And that about sums it up. As the day came to a close, I found myself thinking how blessed I was. When I'd hatched from the egg, I'd rolled the dice. I had made a decision to live my life as I wanted to and to true to myself. I had made up my mind and was willing to live with fallout. Mom and dad had two been given a choice, they could have accepted that their son was now their daughter or they could reject the very notion and force me to change.
I'd been blessed that they had accepted me for who I was. Other's I knew who had been in my shoes had not been so lucky.
And with that another day in the ongoing adventure called my life came to an end.