Becoming A Daddy's Girl - Part 4
It's the first day of school. Actually, it's the first day of my new life which makes things a lot more daunting. I had to wake up a lot earlier than I normally do to get ready. Makeup, hair, clothes, pack the essentials. It felt like I was already settling into being a girl. The school I attended before now was very prim and proper, although restrictive is the word I would use. It was a boys-only school, meaning I really never saw many women outside of the staff… It was odd, and really the only understanding I had about high school girls was that from popular culture. Going to a public school was exciting, but I also worried about the chaos that might ensue, especially if word got out about me being… what was I, anyway? Trans, I guess, or at least that's what I had heard people call it. Maybe unsurprisingly though, nothing too interesting happened at first. Everyone else was just… moving on with their lives, completely unconcerned about mine. I was just… another girl in the hallway. That was nice, actually. But as soon as those who had been going to school with each other for a while found out I was the “new girl” then I started to draw some attention.
“Oh my gosh you're that pretty girl I met the other day! You're the new girl?” A very overenthusiastic voice that was still fresh in my mind called out to me as I arrived early for one of my classes. It was that girl I met the other day while shopping!
“Oh, you're the girl who worked at the boutique!”
“Ha! Work there? Naw, I was just around.” …huh? That was dumbfounding information, to say the least. What a strange girl…
“Oh. Uhhh… I guess I never properly introduced myself, I'm Emma.”
“Layla. Nice to meet you Emma!” She wasted no time in taking the lead of showing me around once class was over. Layla had lived in the area her whole life, so she knew everyone, for the most part. By the end of the day, I was spending whatever free time we had with her and her friends. I don't know why, but I hadn't really thought about the fact that maybe I would be spending all of my time with a primarily female friend group. It was… freeing. Hanging out with guys wasn't like this, it didn't feel as natural. I always got the vibe that something was “off” between me and them. The initial impression the girls gave off, that of a bunch of fashionable bubbly girls, would make you think they were really judgemental, but I felt fully accepted around them… not that I came out to them, though.
“Hey Emma, why don't you hang out with us after school?” Of course, I wanted to spend time with other girls. I really wanted to, actually.
“Yeah, let me ask my Dad first.” I pulled out my new phone and messaged him for the first time.
“Hey Dad, can I go hang out with some of the other girls after school?”
“Sure thing! Just contact me if you need anything and be home before too late. Have fun!”
“Thank you so much! HEART”
And so that's how I met and began spending time with my girlfriends.
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