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LEGACY
By Jenny North
"Whatcha reading?" I asked, seeing my wife's smile as she sat on the
couch, thumbing through a book.
She held it up and as I saw the cover, my heart sank. My high school
yearbook.
"I hid that," I told her.
"Poorly! So I knew it was juicy. And with your reunion coming up..."
"Which I will not be attending."
"Aww," she pouted. "Do I embarrass you...Tinker Bell?" she beamed,
holding up the page with pictures from the Halloween dance.
Ugh, I'd really hoped to avoid this. Meghan scooched over and I sat down
next to her, furrowing my brow as I saw the hated photo. I shrugged,
trying to downplay it. "This girl I knew dared me to dress up in her old
costume. She was cute and I was stupid. She even did my makeup."
"Talented girl! I didn't recognize you until I saw the caption."
"Yeeeah, that was a problem. For 'fun,' once we got to the dance she
convinced everyone I was a girl who was visiting from out of town."
"You minx!"
"That was bad enough, but then she kept going out of her way to mention
how I'd just broken up with my 'boyfriend,' and before I knew it, these
football players were hitting on me. I was so scared that when they asked
me to dance, I said yes. One guy even kissed me."
"Jon!"
"I know, I know. It was not my finest hour."
"Did they figure it out?"
"Hoo, yeah. After that, my nickname was 'Tinker Bell.' Not ideal in an
all-guys' school."
"Ouch. And...the football players?"
"It--it was bad. Keith--the guy who kissed me--h-he..." I paused, feeling
a sudden rush of emotion from the memories. Even saying his name put a
knot in my stomach. I felt like a helpless kid being bullied all over
again.
Meghan took my hand. "Oh, Jon..."
"I hated him SO much. Sometimes I wonder if I went too far."
"Hon, you didn't do anything--"
"No. Not then. Afterwards. After months of bullying, I wanted to hurt
him...hurt him like, forever. I wanted to scar him for life. But this
guy...he was a punk. He was hot shit back then--star athlete, sexy
girlfriend--but you could just tell that he was going to flame out in the
real world, ending up as one of those has-beens whose life peaked in high
school. So--in front of everyone--I made him a bet. He was going for the
state rushing record, and he wouldn't shut up about it. So I bet him that
he'd fail."
"What happened?"
I took the book and flipped to his entry. The spine had a crease there
from all the times I'd looked at it. Glaring amid all of the pages of
young smartly-dressed guys was a full-page "Senior ad" that had Keith's
name in a flowery script above a series of pictures of a heavily made-up
girl looking rather sullen in various formal and casual dresses. She had
broad shoulders and muscular arms, but had nice legs, pretty in her high
heels. In one picture, the photographer had coaxed a small smile where
she actually looked rather lovely. That one was my favorite.
"I give him credit for going through with it. They almost didn't print
it, but I had friends on the yearbook committee."
"And this...could have been you?"
I nodded. "I couldn't leave that town fast enough, so if I lost and had
to prance around in dresses one last time, I didn't care what they
thought of me. But Keith? I knew he'd be reliving his 'big man on campus'
days for the rest of his life, and I wanted to poison his memory of that
place forever. I wanted to ruin his life by destroying the only thing he
cared about...his legacy." I looked to Meghan. "I'm...I'm not proud of
what I did."
"Jon, you were just a kid. You were hurting and you lashed out." I just
nodded slowly and she glanced back at Keith's pictures. "Whatever
happened to him?"
"No idea. Last I heard, he was working at Hooters."
She looked at me in surprise.
I smiled. "Oh, no. As a short order cook, or something."
"Oh," she smiled back.
My smile faded. "I--I mean...I just ASSUMED..." My eyes cut down to the
smiling girl on the page, then back to Meghan.
"Curious about that reunion now?" she asked.
* * * * *
A few weeks later, I stood outside the restaurant in the cold, wondering
for the dozenth time if this was anything like a good idea. Keith hadn't
been at the reunion the night before, but from what I'd heard...I didn't
know what to think. If he'd just been the same old asshole working in a
dead-end job, I had no interest in seeing him. Lording my comparative
success over him would have been pointless and childish, and in my heart
I knew that doing something petty like that would only give the ghost of
that abusive bully power over me now in the present. But...this...it
changed things.
Didn't it?
Meghan offered to accompany me--repeatedly, in that way she had--but I
asked her not to come. Reopening these old wounds was going to be hard
enough without trying to put on a brave face in front of her.
"Coming in?" a young woman's voice said, catching me by surprise. She was
a waitress decked out in the standard orange and white Hooters uniform
and she was holding the door open for me with a friendly smile on her
face. "Ooh! Chilly," she said, her skimpy tank top offering scant
protection from the cold.
I stood there for a moment uncertainly.
"You look like you could use a beer," she said with a grin.
"You have no idea," I said as I entered.
The lunch rush hadn't started so the place was still relatively quiet--a
calculated choice on my part--and I scanned the room nervously, looking
over all the employees. As I did so, the young waitress furtively watched
me with some small amusement, obviously used to seeing men ogling the
waitresses. But I was looking for something different. I examined the
kitchen staff closely, but all of the guys there were too old or too
short and stocky to be him. But I knew I was just avoiding the obvious.
"Table for one?" the girl prompted me, holding a menu.
I was about to agree when I suddenly realized that I was being watched.
Slowly, I turned to see that halfway across the restaurant, one of the
waitresses had stopped dead in her tracks and was staring at me with her
mouth slightly open. Stupidly for a moment I wondered why she was staring
at me before the last lazy synapse in my brain finally fired. It was,
after all, why I was there. But as I stared back at her, I was having
trouble reconciling the perky and wide-eyed blonde waitress in front of
me with the memory of the abusive bully that had tormented me all those
years ago.
He--or rather she--seemed to resolve something in her mind and started
walking over towards me, and as she did so I tried not to stare. She was
tall for a woman--not surprisingly--and her snug fitting uniform revealed
a cute figure, slender and with boyish hips. Her bosom was on prominent
display in her low-cut tank top and if I'm being honest was probably her
best feature...breasts like hers might have been overlarge on another
woman, but looked full and proportionate on her frame, balanced by her
broad shoulders. Her hair was long and blonde, framing her face in loose
waves in that styled "just rolled out of bed" look that I always rather
liked and Meghan derided. Without thinking, my eyes cut down to her very
tight orange shorts, which were flat and lacked any kind of bulge in
front. I chided myself mentally for expecting anything different.
As we made eye contact again, her face confounded me. She was by no means
the prettiest girl in the place, but not unattractive, relying heavily on
makeup to emphasize her feminine attributes. She reminded me a little bit
of the older sister that hangs out with her teenage sibling and is trying
just a little too hard to recapture her fading youth. If I'd seen her on
the street, I'm certain I'd have walked right past her--apart from maybe
an surreptitious once-over--but now that I knew who it was, I could
absolutely see Keith peeking out at me from behind all the makeup and
artifice...his squinting eyes, that pointed chin. I felt my repressed
emotions come bubbling up to the surface which were tempered only by my
own uncertainty, especially given the sheepish glance that as my former
tormentor was now giving me.
"Hey, I'll get this one," she said to the other waitress, her voice low
and husky, but undeniably feminine. And now that she was close, my eyes
cut down to her plastic name tag that read "Kelly." It was strategically
perched on her bosom, obviously placed there to give guys an excuse to
ogle her breasts. I was slightly embarrassed to admit that I took her up
on her offer. They were nice.
"And, um, would you mind covering for me for a few minutes?" she added.
"I'm gonna take my break a little early. Me and my, uh--" She paused and
glanced over at me apprehensively, obviously struggling for a word other
than 'friend,' and coming up empty. "We need a few minutes to catch up."
The other waitress agreed, and I followed Kelly over to an empty table. I
sat on one of the stools and watched as she reflexively fell into a cute
and obviously practiced little pose as she perched on the other stool and
crossed her leg girlishly. Considering how I'd been checking her out, it
amused me slightly to see that she seemed equally dumbfounded staring at
me. I could tell she obviously wanted to say something, but didn't know
where to begin.
"You know, I didn't recognize you at first," I admitted. "It must have
been the blonde hair."
She broke into a nervous little giggle that at first was rather disarming
until she looked up and made eye contact with me. Then, to my horror,
hidden within her smile I instantly recognized the sneering smirk that
had accompanied countless torments years before and it sent a shiver up
my spine.
She obviously read the change on my face as her smile vanished and was
replaced with a look of distress. "Look, Jon," she started hesitantly,
"you obviously came to see me, so if you just have something you want to
tell me and then leave, I totally get it. Or if you came to gawk, I can
get you a menu or whatever. But--and I know I've got no right to ask
anything of you--would it be okay if I say something first?"
Part of me--a bigger part than I cared to admit--wanted so badly to just
tell her off, inflict some verbal abuse on her, and then storm out and
never look back. And although I hadn't considered the possibility, taking
her up on her invitation to gawk at her also had its appeal...the thought
of my old enemy waiting on me while looking like a buxom blonde
cheerleader had a deliciously cruel allure to it.
But, faced with her earnest expression, I just nodded, unwilling to say
anything aloud out of fear what might come out of my mouth if given the
opportunity.
She took a deep breath. "I've thought about this a lot over the years.
Y'know, what I'd say to you if I ever saw you again? I think that's why I
never went to the reunions. At first I told myself I just didn't want to
be singled out as the class freak or the one who's barely scraping by
waiting tables, but truthfully, I was afraid of you."
I didn't do a very good job at hiding my surprise.
"Oh, I mean, I didn't think you'd be violent or anything, but...I was
just so ashamed of what I'd done. When I think back on those awful things
I did to you, it's like watching a movie of somebody else doing them. But
it was me, and I have to live with that. I guess we both do. And I wish
to God I could go back and take it all back, but I can't. All I've got to
offer is that I am so, so sorry for the hurt I inflicted on you. I truly
am." Her voice had picked up a tremulous quaver and she blinked quickly,
looking like she might be on the verge of tears.
I swallowed hard and grit my teeth trying to get my surging emotions
under control. God, I wanted to hate her so badly. To yell at her, to
scream obscenities until she broke down in tears crying. To hit her and
twist her arm until she cried uncle and felt the pain I used to feel. To
mock her and humiliate her, and make the former football jock feel
crippling shame for the way he was flaunting his tits more brazenly than
any of the cheerleaders he used to bed.
Except, to my surprise, I didn't hate her.
This woman sitting in front of me wringing her hands and fidgeting with
her bracelet was thoughtful and awkward, timid and contrite. She'd
offered to quietly accept whatever reprisal I'd come here to exact, only
wanting first to have an opportunity to ask my forgiveness.
Where the hell was my enemy?
I felt myself trying desperately to cling to my anger, telling myself
that this didn't change anything, that she was still the same scumbag
who'd beaten me up, humiliated me, tormented me. But the more I looked at
her, the less I saw of the bully and the more I saw that forlorn teenage
girl standing awkwardly in her pretty flowered sun dress. The teenage
punk who tormented me was gone, destroyed far more completely by the
woman before me than I ever could have. And this woman wasn't my
adversary.
My emotions roiled within me as my anger, now lacking a target, struggled
to find purchase and I took an unsteady breath as I struggled to get a
grip on my feelings. She was still looking at me expectantly and I knew
that I had to say something, but I still didn't trust my own voice...only
this time, it wasn't for fear of what I might say in anger, but rather
for fear of opening the floodgate of cathartic emotions, now clamoring
for release.
So again, wordlessly, I nodded, letting her know that I heard her. That I
understood. And that I forgave her, even if I wasn't able to say the
words.
She managed a weak smile and sniffled, nodding her thanks. "If it makes
you feel any better, I've spent pretty much my entire adult life trying
to get rid of that asshole."
I looked at her then, so unexpectedly vulnerable...so human. But it made
me think of my own sins...one in particular that had been bothering me
for years. One that had been preoccupying my thoughts ever since I
learned where--and who--she now was.
"Kelly," I said, her name feeling so unfamiliar. "That bet we made...I
only did it because I wanted to hurt you--really hurt you--the way you'd
hurt me."
"I know."
"It's just...I knew it would get to you, maybe even eat at you over the
years. But...I only wanted to embarrass you. I never thought that you
would...well, you know."
Her face changed from a look of puzzlement into a look of abject
astonishment. Then she burst out laughing.
She laughed for several seconds, at first seemingly out of relief and
then...I wasn't sure what. She was covering her mouth and trying to get
herself under control even as people at other tables were looking at us,
trying to see what was so funny. I was starting to feel a little
uncomfortable as she settled down.
"Oh, God... oh, God... oh, I am so sorry," she said, catching her breath.
"I swear I'm not making fun. It's just...you REALLY thought I decided to
become a woman just because I was embarrassed over our bet?"
I cleared my throat. "Okay, it sounds dumb when you say it out loud like
that."
"Jon," she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and cocking her
head to one side. She had a playful little smirk that reminded me of
Keith but this time didn't dredge up all the negative feelings. "You
gotta understand...I know you just wanted to humiliate me--and at first,
you really did!--but the truth is, you gave me a gift. Maybe the most
important gift anybody ever gave me." She held a hand over her heart.
"Kelly has been inside of me my whole life. But I was so angry and
confused it might have been years before she was able to push through to
the surface. Dressing up for those photos, it unlocked something in me I
knew was there but could never put words to. I mean, I know this probably
sounds stupid to you, but until I took those pictures, I never thought I
could actually be pretty! And I thought if everyone saw me as a girl, it
would destroy me. But it didn't. You've no idea how many nights I spent
looking at those photos in our yearbook."
I smiled in spite of myself.
"What?"
"I used to look at those photos all the time, too. In my revenge fantasy,
I would imagine you looking at those pictures and being tormented by
them."
"Mission accomplished!" she said with a smile. "All this," she said,
gesturing to herself, "it's no picnic. Trust me, I've been tormented
plenty."
"I'm sorry about that."
"Don't be! I'm not. This is who I'm supposed to be. That punk kid was a
self-loathing bully who couldn't see past his own anger. I'm...well, I'm
trying to be better."
"You are," I told her honestly.
She shook her head slightly. "You know, when I kissed you at the
Halloween dance, I knew something was up. Maybe just unconsciously. But
when I found out who you were, I just totally lost it. And though I could
NEVER have admitted it at the time, I really think it was because I was
jealous of you."
"C'mon."
"For real! You were out in front of everybody all dolled up...I would
never have had the guts to do that! You were cute enough to fool people,
and confident enough to eventually let everyone know who you really were.
You even had a sense of humor about it. And I don't mind saying, you were
one smoking hot little pixie. Seriously, if you ever decide to switch
teams, I can recommend some doctors," she teased.
I smiled. "Yeah, I don't think my wife would appreciate that."
"Oh, you're married!"
"Four years now. She wanted to come, but...well, I wasn't sure how this
was going to go."
"Yeeeah, I can see that," she said with a wince.
"She's the reason I'm here, actually. She dug up my yearbook, found our
pictures, and convinced me to go to the reunion. If it had been up to me,
I'd still be holding on to my anger."
"She sounds amazing. I'm sorry I won't have the chance to meet her.
You're a lucky guy."
"Thanks," I said. "You know, it's funny how things work out...I wonder
what would have happened if it had been me that lost the bet."
She smiled. "Oh, I'm sure your pictures would have been very pretty. But
if you're wondering if you'd be the one living as a woman now, I think
any budding transsexual inclinations you might be harboring would have
bubbled to the surface when you were dancing with the boys in your fairy
costume."
"Ahh," I said, giving her a fake smile, which she playfully returned.
"But that's not what I meant."
"I know." She sighed. "You're wondering if I lost the bet intentionally."
"All kidding aside, that was a pretty convenient stumble that took you
out of the game."
She got a faraway look. "God, I thought I'd never hear the end of that.
All the guys on the team said I must have desperately wanted to dress up
like a girl."
I raised my eyebrows inquisitively.
"Well, I didn't do it on purpose, if that's what you're asking. Though
sometimes I wonder if what caused Keith's misstep that day was actually
Kelly taking her first step into the world."
I nodded and smiled, not sure what else to say. "I should probably go."
"Yeah, I need to get back to work," she agreed, standing up and holding
out her hand. As I shook it, she said, "I'm really glad you came."
"Me, too," I said. Then, impulsively I leaned over and gave her a quick
kiss on the cheek. At first she seemed shocked, and then broke into a
befuddled little grin. I shrugged and said, "I figured I owed you one
from the Halloween dance."
She smiled and as we parted company, I paused after taking a few steps.
"Hey, Kelly?"
"Hmm?"
"I was just thinking...Meghan and I were going to drive home this
afternoon, but it's only a couple hours and I'm sure she wouldn't mind if
we got a late start. If you're free after work, maybe we could grab some
dinner and you'd get a chance to meet her?"
She seemed caught off guard by the suggestion, obviously a little choked
up. She blinked twice quickly before giving a tight-lipped smile and
nodding. "Sure...okay."
"Great," I told her. "It'll be good to catch up."
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