Still Cute
Stepping out of the cold mist of the machine that had “fixed” me, I was greeted with a hug that bordered on being tackled. Someone was happy to see me… “Thank God, you’re still super cute!!” He held my face up in front of his. It was Grayson, of course. I thought he would be a bit more… disappointed with what I had turned out to look like, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. Of course, the reality was that my hair hadn’t gotten any shorter, and I was still genetically almost identical… actually, did swapping genders change much about me at all? “Wha-” Before I could even ask what he was doing he took my hand and looked into my eyes. He had never looked more serious… “Ok, so now will you go out with me?” My face went flush, a deep pink reaching the tips of my ears.
Becoming a girl was… jarring. It was an accident, supposedly. Wrong place, wrong time. But if you ask me, I think it was so the “pharmaceutical company” I was visiting at the time could test their new product. Legally… or not. They didn’t leave me with very much help afterward either, unfortunately. I had a hard time finding somewhere to stay. I was between living spaces and it’s pretty hard to convince someone to let you stay with them or rent a place when you don’t have any identification that matches who you've become. So I was shit out of luck… until I met Grayson. He hit on me as soon as we met… we went to the same college. Asked me out on a date. I turned him down telling him the whole bit about how I used to be a guy and… well, he offered me some help. I could stay with him until I got back on my feet. He didn’t have a roommate at the time and… why not right? You would think he was a playboy with how ready he was to ask me out but… he’s a good guy. When he’s not asking me to date him. He said something about it being “too good of a chance to pass up.” I mean, he knew what he was getting in to, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he was so eager while I was so distant. I wasn’t a woman… well, I wouldn’t always be one. It wouldn’t be right to deceive him and just say yes, right? He wouldn’t want to date me once I had enough saved up to get myself changed back… I found that I was reminding myself that I wasn’t gay more and more often.
The following months were hard. Partly because I was struggling to make money… and partly because the guy who loved the woman I had become still insisted on helping me change back. I couldn’t get a read on him. He said I could stay with him even after I swapped back… and that he would pay part of my medical bills. But wasn’t he the one who was waiting for me to say yes to his advances? Wouldn’t this ruin everything? Regardless, I figured I’d let him help, and once I got everything sorted out and I changed back, that would be that. He and I wouldn’t see each other again…
“Huh? I'm a guy now, you don't want to go out with a guy do you?” At least, I figured he wouldn't want anything to do with me after all of this. The doctors had fully restored who I was before. I was… me now. And he still wanted me. Maybe… there was more to us than I initially realized. I wasn't into men before, but if it was him… “I really do… I like you, not your body. Well, I do like your body now… but that isn’t the point.” There was something about the way he would tower over me - before and now - that made all of the masculinity drain from me. I thought about how he would compliment what I wore every day, regardless of what it was, girly or not. How those clothes would still fit me now if he wanted. What would him taking me out on a date be like? I wasn't a girl. Never was, not really. But maybe some bits and pieces of it weren't so bad.
“Ahh… you're not going to give up, are you? I guess we can give it a shot.” And that was how I became his girl - ahem, boyfriend.
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