The support group was one of many set up after the Great Shift with the hopes that people who found themselves in a different gender would benefit from talking with others dealing with the same situation. Ryan had been going since the first week after the Shift, but he had always stayed quiet until tonight.
“I think I’m finally ready to speak up. You can call me,” He paused to think of a name, “Lily.”
“Hi, Lily,” The group responded.
“I think I’m ready to open up because its the first session with no guys...or no women now in guys’ bodies...or, well, whatever. I guess I don’t want to rub this in their faces, but I actually love this. I love being in this body. I love being a woman. The hardest thing about this is that I feel like I’m not SUPPOSED to say that. I’m supposed to be mad or unwilling to accept this, but it’s not like that for me. I feel like all my fighting is just me putting up the front that other people expect. I mean, it’s been months and yet this is my first time wearing a skirt to work! I loved it! I’ve been wanting to do that since day one! But despite clearly having a woman’s body now, there’s still this weird expectation...this weird masculine pressure that I still can’t shake even in this body...”
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