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I truly do apologize about my extended break over the holidays.
Unfortunately, life didn't start slowing back down to its standard
frantic gallop until late last week. Without going into details, life has
thrown me an exceptional amount of challenged this past month. Anyway,
here I am back to writing again and hope you all enjoy the current
chapter and the answer to last chapter's cliffhanger.
I sat there watching Paul and tried to gage his reaction, he kept opening
his mouth and started to say something only to keep shutting it again
like he was trying to think of what to say. Finally, I couldn't stand it
anymore.
"Paul please say something, anything." I begged him.
"Rebecca... I mean I don't know where to start... It's a lot to take
in... You're telling me that you used to be guy? Looking at you I can't
believe it, even getting to know you I find it hard to believe... I'm
just trying to wrap my head around it, I know you're not lying, who would
try to make something like this up?" He said. The look on his face was of
confusion, at least he didn't appear to be angry at least.
"Paul... I... I mean we, as in my parents too, thought that I was a
guy... I mean externally I was when I was a kid, but it was only on the
outside..." I told him softly while wiping tears that kept forming. I did
notice a bit of sadness in his expression, I wasn't sure if he was
empathizing with me or sad to find out I wasn't what he thought.
"Did you want to be a guy?" he asked quietly.
"I don't even know what I really wanted anymore. I mean the world thought
and expected me to be a guy so I thought that's what I had to be. It was
what was expected... So when I started developing as a girl I did
whatever I had to do to perpetuate the lie I was living... I thought that
was what was expected of me... That lie was slowly killing me Paul... Had
it not been for Jen... I don't think I would be here now..." I told him,
looking pleadingly into his eyes.
Paul sat there for a moment, then reached over and gave my hand a soft
squeeze and said, "Then I really need to meet this Jen, so I can thank
her. You've been a good friend to have and I'm very glad you're still
here." He smiled at me reassuringly.
Still holding his hand, I ask, "So you're not weirded out by this?"
Motioning with my other hand to the rest of me.
"Hey I do admit that it's a lot weird, but not any weirder than a girl
who can out quote me on Star Wars or a girl who is going to fix my car...
I mean, so far weird has been working for you, why should this be any
different." He said with a slight laugh. I couldn't help but giggle
slightly.
"So... You're not upset at me? I was expecting..." I started to say, but
the words caught in my throat.
"What? That I'd storm out and create a scene?" he asked.
I nodded and added, "After what happened with Alicia..."
He interrupted me, "I'm not Alicia okay? You are a friend, a good friend.
I can't fathom what you've endured, but what kind of friend would I be if
I turned my back on you. That's not who I am. Besides from what I read
you're completely a girl now right?
"Yeah I am. According to the tests and what the doctors believe I am a
fully functioning girl now... I even started having a..."
"Whoa... You can stop there," he said suddenly. That fear of rejection
started setting in again and he immediately noticed my change in
demeanor. He quickly added, "I mean we're about to eat is all, and that
topic will weird any guy out." He chuckled. Almost as if on cue our
waiter came up with our dinner. As he was placing our plates down I
noticed that Paul was still holding onto my hand, which caused me to
blush slightly as I let go to give our waiter room to set everything
down.
As Paul started to dig in to his grande burrito, I started to continue
our conversation again, but he just smiled and said we can continue it
when we leave, and to just enjoy our dinner. I was partly relieved but
felt that the conversation wasn't over yet, but I relented and just sat
there and ate my shrimp fajitas. Oh, we still talked to each other while
we were eating, but Paul moved the conversation back to our science
fiction banter and light jokes. While still a bit on edge, since I was
having a hard time accepting that he just accepted me, we had a very
pleasant dinner.
After he laid the money down to pay for our dinner he stood up and
reached his hand towards me, after a moment of confusion to what he was
doing, I gently smiled and took his hand in mine. Once he helped me to my
feet he never once attempted to let go and walked me back to the Ghia.
As we got to the car I looked down at our hands together and couldn't
help but smile slightly. "Umm Paul if you want me to unlock the car
you're going to need to let go so I can fish my keys out of my bag.", I
told him smiling. Suddenly he looked down at our hands and let go
quickly, I could swear I saw him blushing but in the dark it was hard to
tell.
"Oh... Umm. Sorry I didn't realize I was still, umm," he said trying to
find the words.
"Shhh, it's okay I don't mind. Thank you though," I said, giggling as I
slightly bumped his hip against mine.
He looked at me very seriously and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Rebecca stop thanking me for just being a friend. I know you haven't had
a lot of friends from what you've said, but I haven't had many either.
I'm glad you're my friend."
I couldn't help but reach out and give him a huge hug, as I held on to
him I felt the tears start again. This time though they weren't from
being upset, while still not used to letting my emotions show, I knew
these were from relief and joy from how he reacted. After a few moments,
I let him go and looked at him, he looked at me with this silly smile and
reached out to wipe the tears that were on my cheek. He softly asked,
"Are you okay?"
I couldn't help but laugh just a bit and told him, "I am, or at least I'm
getting there." With that he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my
forehead.
"So, are you going to unlock the car and let me in, or are we going to
keep making a scene out here in the parking lot?" He asked with a big
smirk on his face.
"Oh right! Sorry..." I stopped talking because I immediately felt my
cheeks flush in embarrassment. I unlocked the door, and as I opened it I
said with as much dramatic flair as I could muster, "Your chariot
awaits." As he climbed in, I could see him trying to stop from laughing
while shaking his head. I noticed as I walked around to the driver's
side, that we had a few people that had come out of the restaurant who
had been watching our display. I didn't look directly at them, partly
because I was embarrassed, but I was also fearful that either of the
Chris' could have been out there. While I wanted to know if they had seen
me getting into my car, the fear of making eye contact with them like
this kept me from looking.
When we arrived back at his dorm he suggested we go for a walk to walk
off the heavy dinner we both had. I knew I needed to get home, but so far
with all the emotional ups and downs I had had today, I really wasn't
ready to leave Paul. With his acceptance of me so far, I just wasn't
ready to go home. I just looked at him and smiled and told him a walk
would be wonderful.
As we walked, we resumed our talk about, well, all things me. His
questions were genuine and I felt like he was trying to understand me and
my situation better. After opening up to Jen, her mom, and my parents, it
was getting easier to talk about, even after the way Alicia handled it. I
mean I wasn't quite ready to shout it from the rooftops, but once Paul
found out my darkest deepest secret and didn't explode I found it was
getting easier to open up to him.
"You really didn't want this to happen, did you? I mean you didn't want
to be a girl?" he asked as we walked.
"No I didn't... It just didn't seem to be right to me at first. The
church we used to go to was very much a hellfire and brimstone kind of
place... God supposedly made you either male or female, with no room for
anything in between and I used to believe that. Hell, it had been
basically beaten into my head for years. Then I started changing in ways
no boy should. I felt at first that I was being betrayed by God or even
worse that I was being punished for some unknown reason," I said softly,
the memories of how I felt during that time was doing its best to darken
my mood.
"Oh my God, that's screwed up! How can a church, that's supposed to be
all about God so loved the world, be like that?!?" He exclaimed, and
wrapped his arm around my shoulders giving me a slight squeeze as we
walked. "I know it doesn't help much, but I'm so sorry they made you feel
that way. It pisses me off"
"Hey, it does help and I appreciate it. Trust me though, I don't feel
like that anymore," I tell him as I gave his arm a squeeze.
"I keep trying to put myself in your position, you know. I'm trying to
understand just a tiny bit about how you felt, and frankly I can't wrap
my head around it. I mean were you happy, umm you know, before you found
out you were... Different?" he asked.
"I think I was... Back then though I was just a young kid, gender wasn't
really a deal for me then. Jen was already my closest friend and she was
the biggest tomboy you would have ever seen back then. We were just
friends and there wasn't any pressure to be anything other than a kid,
you know? Then once the changes started happening and we found out what
the cause was, I was mostly confused and upset. I thought I was supposed
to be a boy, and thought everyone expected that of me, so that's what I
kept trying to be. I don't even remember now what I was the most upset
about. I'm not sure if it was having to pretend to be a boy, or if it was
that I knew I wasn't ever going to be one... The last 4 years, my every
waking moment was spent trying to be something I knew I wasn't, and that
belief consumed almost every thought and every action. I don't know if it
was because I was trying to convince everyone else or just convince
myself..." I replied softly.
"Well are you happy now?" he asked.
I had to think for a few moments, with everything I had gone through and
especially during the last month or so I hadn't stopped and actually
considered the idea. Finally, I smiled and replied, "I think I am for the
most part... There are a few places in my life that are harder, but
mostly I am. For the first time, I am finally getting a chance to figure
out who I really am, and not what I thought was expected of me. If that
makes any sense." I laughed slightly with that last statement.
Paul smiled and said, "With everything you've told me, it makes as much
sense as the rest of it. I mean I still find it hard to believe. I do
believe you, but I can't every picture you as a guy. It sort of makes
sense though, why you're good with cars and like science fiction like you
do. I take it the areas that are hard now is finding out how people will
treat you?" I just nodded.
He smiled softly and reached out squeezing my hand and told me, "Rebecca,
I only know you as who you are right now. If the person I know, is who
you're becoming, then I am one last person you have to worry about, okay?
Because I really do like who you are, you're a pretty cool person even
with finding out about all this."
"I can't tell you how much that means to me," I say as I give his hand a
soft squeeze. "My biggest fear through all of this has been what people
would think, and how they would react. After what happened with Alicia
the other day..."
"Hey like I said, I'm not her. I'm not going to bail on my best friend,"
he said reassuringly. My eyes started watering up yet again, for good
reasons though.
"Your best friend? Really?" I ask wiping my eyes with my free hand.
"Yeah, you're the best friend I've ever had. Like I said I haven't had
many friends. Since I've been younger than all my classmates I've always
been treated like a kid and never truly accepted. I know just being
younger is way different than your situation, but who would I be to not
accept you, just because you've had this huge challenge." He stopped
walking to turn and look at me, while giving me a comforting smile. He
must have seen my eyes were tearing up, yet again, so he gently asked,
"Are you crying again?"
"I'm not trying to," I said with a slight laugh. "I'm still trying to get
used to the idea that you are okay with all of this. I know you've said
you are, several times. I totally believe you when you say it, I really
do. I guess I'm still trying to get over that fear that you'll change
your mind and run as fast as you can away from me. I know it isn't
rational, not at all... I'm sorry my head is so messed up..."
He looked at me softly and moved his hand from my shoulder and gently
caressed my cheek. "Rebecca, I'll tell you as often as you need to hear
it okay?" He said softly, then he added with a chuckle, "Trust me though,
I wouldn't try to run away from you, you're faster than I am."
I couldn't help but giggle and pressed my cheek into his hand. "Well
there is that."
"I wish there was something I could do that would prove to you that I'm
serious," he told me.
"Paul it's okay, you don't have to do anything other than what you've
been doing," I tell him. Suddenly I saw his eyes brighten up as if he
thought of something. Curiously I ask him, "What?"
"I just had an idea... I know how I can prove to you beyond a shadow of a
doubt. I don't want you to keep being afraid, especially of me. Okay?" he
said.
I was feeling really bad that my fear kept getting to me, and I didn't
want it to impact our friendship with me second guessing if or when he
would leave. So I responded, "Okay..."
"Okay... Look, I've been wanting to do this for a while, and after what
you've told me tonight hasn't changed that... I know what you've said,
and I'll respect that... Do you trust me?" he asked smiling. I just
nodded, still feeling his hand on my cheek. Maybe I should have seen what
was coming, with my thoughts and emotions all over the place I didn't
though. He nodded and gave me a sweet smile and then leaned forward and
ever so gently pressed his lips against mine. It wasn't a forceful or
even passionate kiss that he gave me, it was gentle and sweet almost as
if he was afraid of going too far. I immediately started to feel myself
respond and began to kiss him harder, but that inner Robbie voice, which
had been getting quieter lately around Paul, suddenly screamed in
outrage. I was kissing a guy, and letting him kiss me. For a brief
moment, I panicked and froze, I could tell that Paul felt me freeze up
and he started to pull back with a frightened look on his face.
"Rebecca... I didn't mean too... Please don't be mad at me," he begged.
He tried to back up but I held on to him. I didn't know if I wanted more
from Paul or not, but I refused to let an old voice of someone who no
longer exists dictate what I did or didn't do. I quickly shoved that part
of the old me back down as far as I could. Looking up at Paul, I smiled
at him to let him know I wasn't mad. I softly told him, while looking up
into his eyes, "I'm not mad, at all..." Inside I was a bundle of nerves,
I was afraid and excited at the same time. I had to find out for myself
if this was something I wanted, without listening to all of the
preconceived ideas I had forced on myself for so long. I did really like
Paul, he was smart, funny, and a really sweet guy, but did I like him
like that? Full of uncertainty, but determined to find out, I wrapped my
arms around his neck, pulling him down till his lips touched mine.
I've heard, or read, that so much can be communicated in a kiss, of
course Paul was only the second person I had ever kissed. I wasn't paying
attention and got caught off guard the first time he kissed me, but not
this time. At first, we were both cautious, maybe afraid of how the other
would react but that passed quickly. His kiss was tender, playful,
touching, and full of desire, all these made my heart flutter and my
knees weak. Unlike when I had kissed Alicia, which had been full of
passion and desire, this time with Paul was just so much more. I wish I
had the words to describe all the emotions I felt, but it was just on a
deeper level than I had ever felt. When we broke the kiss, I was glad he
was still holding on to me, my legs were just wobbly enough I don't think
I could have stood on my own.
"Wow!" He softly exclaimed as he looked down at me. I couldn't help but
giggle at his remark, even though I was thinking the same thing.
It took me a few moments to collect my thoughts after that mind-blowing
kiss, before I said, "Paul I promise I wasn't mad at you okay? I still
have a lot of, umm, conflict up here." I gently touched my forehead. "I'm
working on it, but it's still there..."
"Look, I know you said you could only be friends, I understand if you're
not ready for more than that right now. You've been totally open with me
so let me come clean to you. I've wanted to kiss you for a while now. I
mean you're this smart, funny and incredibly gorgeous girl, even though
you don't act like any beautiful girl I've ever known. I've got a bit of
conflict too, not as much as you I'm sure. I mean ever since dinner when
you told me everything, my mind has been racing about everything. What
you've gone through, how you lived for so long as a guy, if I could
imagine you that way, and what would people think when everyone knows...
Truth is though, that is just my mind playing games and I honestly don't
care about any of that. Even with all those thoughts I realized that I
still wanted to kiss you just as badly as before... Rebecca I still
really like you. The fact that you were willing to tell me everything in
an effort to keep from hurting me, even though you expected me to run,
makes me like you even more..."
Overwhelmed I pulled him into a hug and just held on to him and cried
onto his shoulder. He just held me tight and after my sniffles started to
ebb, I heard him whisper in my ear, "Even if you are a bit of a dork."
Shocked, and a bit pissed, I pulled back and immediately saw that
devilish smile and laughter in his eyes. I quickly slapped him on his arm
in a huff.
"Oh My God!! You're one to talk! Have you looked in the mirror lately? Hi
pot, meet kettle!!!" I said with as much anger as I could muster, which
honestly wasn't much. Just a few seconds later I burst out in giggles at
him. It was such an odd feeling; my tears hadn't quite stopped from that
emotional release and here I am laughing like an idiot, all at the same
time. After I finished wiping the last tears from my eyes, he reached out
to take my hand while we headed back to the dorm. I quickly pulled my
hand back and said still smiling, "I'm still mad at you mister!"
With a mock look of hurt on his face, he sheepishly stuck his hands in
his pockets. After a moment, he asked, "How about we compromise then?" He
then reached out his elbow for me to slip my arm through.
Giggling at him yet again, I slid my arm through his and sighed. "I guess
I can do that at least." We walked the rest of the way in silence just
arm in arm with each other.
As we stopped when we got to my Ghia, Paul turned and looked at me with a
serious gaze. He asked, "Are you okay now?"
I just nodded and said, "I am Paul, very much so."
"I know you said all that about being just friends, but I was a wondering
after that kiss. If..." he asked, only to pause as if he was trying to
select the right words.
I interrupted him and told him, "Paul, like I said I want to be
friends... As far as anything past that? I really do like you too, but
let's just take each day as they come okay? I really don't want to rush
or force anything, especially with you." I looked into his eyes and
smiled, giving his hand's a soft squeeze I told him, "I had an incredible
night tonight, thank you for... Well, for everything."
"I did too Rebecca... For the last time, you don't have to keep
thanking..." That was all he got out because I rocked up on my toes and
gave him a soft gentle kiss.
"See you tomorrow?" I asked mischievously. Completely caught off guard he
just nodded back.
We both said goodnight and he watched me as a drove out of the parking
lot. By the time, I arrived home, my cheeks were starting to hurt from
the smile that had been plastered on my face.
When I walked in the door my Mom was still up watching TV. As I walked
into the living room, she looked up at me and immediately noticed I had
been crying. She stood up and then quickly asked, "Baby are you okay? You
look like you've been upset." Before I could say anything, she grabbed me
in a firm hug.
"Mom it's okay, I have been crying but they've been good tears," I told
her. She let go enough to back up, so she could look up at my face. I
then said, "I told Paul... Everything."
"Really? I take it he's okay with it, since you said good tears?" she
asked.
"Yeah, he's okay with it, we went for a long walk after dinner." I
paused, not wanting to tell her what else happened, but at the same time
I wanted to shout it from the rooftop as well. After a quick breath to
steady my nerves, I said softly, "Mom he kissed me... I mean really,
really kissed me. He doesn't care about all the other stuff."
I quickly saw the surprise in her face as she said, "He did? Did you kiss
him back?" I nodded at that. She continued, "So... How do you feel about
that?"
"At first... At first I almost panicked, I mean here I was kissing
another guy... Then I quickly kicked myself, because I had to remind
myself I'm not a guy, you know?" I said pausing, unsure as how to
continue.
"And? I take it you kept kissing him after that?", she asked grinning. I
nodded sheepishly. Mom softly smiled, "How did it make you feel sweetie?"
"Mom... It felt great... It felt amazing... But then I felt scared too,
and excited... Nervous, but happy... I've never felt all those things at
once..." I told her and started to lower my eyes.
She quickly put her hand under my chin and lifted my face to look at her.
She was smiling gently and said, "Baby, I think those are the things
you're supposed to feel." Then she gave me another huge hug and I just
held on to her for all I was worth.
We sat and talked for a bit more before I excused myself for bed. With
the emotional rollercoaster I had been on today, I was physically,
mentally, and emotionally wiped out. After I had gotten ready for bed and
was lying there, I started to think about who all had been there for me.
Jen, who I couldn't beat off with a stick if I wanted to, her parents,
and my own parents. Now I also had Paul... Were we boyfriend and
girlfriend? Or just friends like I had demanded at first. The more that
question rolled around in my head I finally just decided to take my own
advice, I'll take each day as they come until I know for sure.
Touching my lips gently I could still feel the touch and taste of his
lips on mine. With a silly grin on my face, the last thought before I
finally drifted off to sleep was, I really think I can do this!
Continued on in Chapter 15.
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