Unconventional Chapter 2

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Unconventional Chapter 2

*Before…

It kind of drives home the lonely. Even with the crowd at the shop, I’m not there enough to make it really something social. I just want to be around people that get me.

But there’s parts no one will get.

But hey honestly just being with a lot of people like me would be really cool, more than cool.

I’m excited…I’ve got my bags packed and my con stuff too and tomorrow I’m off to Halifax airport and just maybe the best summer of my life.

Even if I can’t be…me.

I’ll get the hell out of here for a while.

Hey…okay whoever this person is on the message board, they’re kind of funny…

*And Now…

It’s the standard posting stuff and it’s kind of like Facebook in style and stuff and Starbuck’s better as a brunette is making me smile as we’re all collectively talking about all of the stuff that is going to be going on at the Con and she’s a Meme type with stuff like “heavy breathing cat’ and “Take all my money Fry.” And she uses net-stickers a lot too but she’s good at like where and when and stuff.

She sounds actually so fun to be around.

But yeah if only.

Because well most people are not that understanding.

And I’m just about to sign off and stew in my funk when I get a pop-up for a PM.

Starbuck’s better as a brunette: [Hey U what are you doing?]

Me: [Uhm…I was just going to sign off and wait for my dad to get home and drive me to Halifax.]

Her: [Halifax where’s that?]

Me: [Nova Scotia, Canada.]

Her: [Cool! Bring me some maple syrup!]

Me: [I don’t think it’ll pass the travel ban thingy with liquids.]

Her: [Oh yeah right, that sorry. U know I was like kidding and stuff right?]

Me: [No, not really I don’t talk to girls much.]

Her: [Why you seem nice and funny?]

Me: [Because I’m a geek in a barren geek wasteland.]

Her: *Sad face emoji*

Her: [That bad?]

Me: [I don’t want to rant.]

Her: [Rant away. It’s cool.]

I kind of cut loose, I cut loose about how there’s nothing here and that there’s no one like me around and there’s barely any gamers that are my age and that there’s no gaming girls and that has me ranting about how the girls are here and how they treat you and how they treat others here and how it just seems to be all either about status or social climbing and that there’s no girls that don’t try to not fit in the system.

Her: [You know girls suck even harder a whole lot to other girls right?]

Me. [Yeah, it’s just…] yes I wrote the three dots.

Her: [Lonely?]

Me: [Yeah but it’s more than that.]

Her: [More? You want a girlfriend?]

Me: [Maybe, I don’t know I’m just tired of getting those looks like I’m such a loser for loving stuff I think is cool and I’m just super frustrated at being like alone.]

Her: [You know that sounds bad right? That you sound like you’re one of those geek guys that laments about not having a girlfriend and then kind of like labels girls like an asshat.]

I…I look at the screen and I look at the clock and I look back at the screen and well screw it, just effing screw it she’s so far away and I’ll likely never run into her anyways.

Me: [Yeah I know but it’s so not like that it’s the fact that I’m trapped, I’m trapped and no one see’s me. I don’t want a girlfriend I want other girls that are my friends.]

Her: [Your name is Tommy.]

Me: [Doesn’t mean it’s right.]

Her: [You’re Trans.] it was a statement and not a question, or she didn’t type a question mark.

I do a big swallow.

Stare at the screen.

Me: [Yes…] again I typed in the three dots. Oh god my stomach is in knots and I think I’m going to be sick.

……………………

Her: [Me too.]

What?

Me: [You are?]

Her: [Yeah… I’m a trans girl too.]

Me: [I’ve never said this before.]

Her: [*Hugs* It’s okay.]

Me: [Not here.]

Her: [Not here either if you listen to all of the assholes and stuff but too bad for them because I’m doing it anyways.]

Me: [I want to, I hate this so bad.]

Her: [You’re allowed to, you’re allowed to hate it when you’re stuck in a box that you didn’t build, you are allowed to be hurt and angry and want to scream and cry.]

And yeah I’m crying.

Me: [*Crying* No one’s ever told me that it’s okay to cry about this.]

Her: [*Hugs* What’s your real name?]

Me: [Tia…]

Her: [That’s pretty I like that. Hey Tia I’m Jennifer, but you can call me Jenn.]

Me: [*Sniffle* Thank you.]

Her: [Here’s my number, when you get here we can hang out.]

Me: [Okay here’s my phone number for my phone and you can call me when you get into San Antonio.]

Jenn: [Wait you’re going to be in San Antonio before the Con?]

Me: [Yeah I’m staying at a family friends house all summer long.]

Jenn: [I live in Shavano.]

Me: [Okay…?]

Jenn: [LOL, that’s in San Antonio.]

Me: [Okay so we can meet? Maybe?]

Jenn: [And hang out and stuff.]

Me: [*wistful sigh* That would be more than cool.]

I hear dad pulling in and coming into the house and I sigh. [I have to go dad’s home and we still have to get ready and go and get my tickets.]

Jenn: [Okay bring me something Canadian!]

Then she sends me a picture link and I hit it and it’s a picture of her. And she is trans I can tell that much she’s kind of got that sort of look. Teenaged and having hit or is in that grown spurt and she’s kind of got that part where yeah you can see the dude damage there and she doesn’t have the small build in the shoulders of most girls and she’s kind of got a boy jaw and stuff but she’s also smooth faced and has that deep tone that Tomas and his family has and others I’ve met have and she’s got nice hair that looks like she’s in the whole process of growing it out.

And I don’t know if she has her breasts started or that it’s a bra but she’s got this small breast look going on and it still just looks right in her Metal Gear t-shirt and her hoodie and she…she looks happy most of all.

Does it do that?

Does not living a lie look like that? Does it feel like that?

“Tommy c’mon I don’t want to run into suppertime traffic.”

I power my computer down and grab my bags and close my door and head out to join him and my head’s still swirling with possibilities and stuff and me saying it.

Saying it actually to somebody.

“Dad? Can we get some maple sugar to take to Tomas and I have a friend I might be meeting down there too.”

He grins and takes a couple of blocks from the deepfreeze. “We’ll get some Canadian stuff from the dollar store too okay. I’m not paying the prices that they want at the airport.”

“Sure!”

We get into the car and we head out with dad driving and putting in one of his CD’s and we’re listening to some of his music as we go. I’m not a big fan of Bon Jovi and all of that one size fit’s all glam rock stuff but it’s okay.

It’s okay because Tia came up for air today.

I have a name.

I have a name!

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just caught up this one

nice story developing - wish I had had the courage to decide who I am when I was as a teen!!!!!

Nice name Tia. Tia in

Nice name Tia. Tia in Spanish also means Aunt. I hope Tia and Jennifer are able to "hook up" and get to become truly good friends. If nothing else, Jenn will enjoy the maple sugar from Canada. Janice Lynn

I liked the name Tia.

And I think that she and Jennifer will get along quite well.
*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

"I have a name!"

that's a big moment.

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Yeah that real name, her girl name.

Saying it out loud, actually typing it and seeing it as yours for the first time.
It is such a big, changing things moment.
* Great Big Proud Angel Hugs *

Bailey Summers

her world...

to opened to posibilities. good chapter, thanks