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The Neighbor Boy
It was a warm late summer Saturday afternoon. I'd been relaxing with a
book when the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. Standing at the
door was my neighbor's kid. From Facebook I knew that Andrea was going
by Andrew now. Now she, or rather he, was going off to college. He was
dressed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, hiding his tightly wrapped chest,
and a ball cap shoved down on his close cropped hair.
"Hi, Mr. Ryan," he said shyly.
I'd watched Andrew grow up from a small playful child in a bright pink
snowsuit building snowmen in the conjoined yard, to a very quirky and
somewhat sullen teen. When Andrea was a child she was very gregarious
and out going. but as she grew and began exploring her personality we'd
not interacted much even though I was very friendly with her parents.
As I began to notice changes in Andrea's behavior, I began to get
uncomfortable. It was my fault. Her exploration made me very self-
conscious of my own secret. Her freedom and bravery highlighted my own
closeted fears. Andrea first began to show signs of being a Tomboy just
before her puberty. She never wore any kind of "girlish" fashion. Then
she chopped her hair. cut it in a very masculine cut. Her clothes got
more and more boyish. She stopped shaving her legs. By her Junior year
she wore a tux to prom. I was actually a little jealous. but she could
have been a lesbian as well. I kept my thoughts to myself.
When the families would visit, or her parents would ask me to pick her
up from school, there was always an awkward gulf between us. Now HE was
out. He was going to college as Andrew. No one knew my secret.
"Hey, Andy...Uhm...Something I can do for you?" I answered.
"Yeah, I was wondering, before I leave for school if I could talk to
you. Is your wife around?"
"No. She's out for the day." This was really awkward, I didn't know
how to react.
He glanced around towards his house. "Can I come in? I really need
tell you something." For the first time, I became aware of his
nervousness too.
"Yeah, sure." I said as I motioned him inside. "Come on in. Do you want
anything to drink? Water, Coke, I think I've got some iced tea?"
"Uh sure, just a water really," he said as we headed toward the kitchen.
He stopped to pet my cat who'd come to investigate. Andrew had pet sit
many times over the years. He gently scratched under the cat's chin and
around to his ears. Then stood up and came into the kitchen.
"Have a seat," I said as I held the glass to the dispenser in the
fridge. "What's this all about?"
He sat down slowly, then leaned against the table. "I wanted to confess
something to you."
"Whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I said.
"Not really bad. Just awkward," Andy replied. "You see, you've always
been an inspiration to me."
"Huh?" I was confused now. Finished filling the glasses I turned to
ward the table.
"I know about you, Mr. Ryan. I know about your dressing as a woman." I
froze and dropped a glass. Instantly I felt my face burning.
"OH fuck," I blurted. Then looking at the mess, "Shit." Andrew jumped
up to help me clean up, grabbing paper towels and kneeling beside me
gingerly began to pick up glass.
"I'm so sorry to scare you," he said as we cleaned up. "Your secret is
safe with me."
"Jesus Andrew. Why tell me then?" Now my fright and shame was coming
out as annoyance and anger.
"Because, you inspire me," he said standing up.
I stared in disbelief.
"I saw you one night.," Andrew began. "Years ago... I was just a kid, I
was wide awake and restless one night. You left your house dressed in a
shimmery green cocktail dress and heels. I knew it was you because your
wife was out of town. You got in your car and drove off."
It was true, I did take the opportunity to go out dressed when my wife
was away. I'd go to TG parties, usually pretty far way to not draw
attention to myself. I'd always tried to be so careful though. Leaving
after dark etc. I'd slipped up at some point.
"Mr. Ryan," Andrew said haltingly, "please, don't be afraid. I
understand your situation. I know it isn't easy for you."
"You have no idea kid." I sighed. "You are from a very different
generation. But frankly, I'm just not as brave as you are," I
confessed.
"Given your circumstances I think you are very brave," Andrew continued.
"No, it hasn't been easy, but I'm not going to pretend things haven't
improved for people like us. People still give me a hard time. But I
can be open and be myself, because I'm standing on your shoulders."
Andrew reached out and helped me rise to my feet. "I wanted you to know
that before I went away to school. I wanted you to know that I knew why
you were so troubled. That it was OK. That one person in this town
understood you and felt the way you do. Or well, in a similar way." He
sniffed a little. "I feel bad that I didn't tell you sooner. I should
have. I left you in loneliness." We sat down at the kitchen table, and
stared for a moment.
I felt myself stiffen my spine, I swelled up with some pride. "No
Andrew. You were just a child. You have nothing to feel bad about. I
was...am an adult. I might have been lonely in my feelings, but I
assure you that you didn't do anything wrong by waiting to tell me." I
sighed. "Anyway had you told me and we'd been found out someone might
have accused me of putting you up to it, or worse."
Andrew sighed and shook his head. "Yeah. I guess so."
"I've always envied you a little Andrew." He looked up at me from
across the table.
"Me?" he said. His turn to be shocked.
"Yeah, you've know for a long time how you felt and rather than fight
it, you embraced it. I've fought with myself for decades. Now, I've
come to accept myself, but I live with one foot in each world."
"So long as you're OK with that."
"I am," I confessed. "I'm OK with it. But I often wish I could embrace
it fully or let this cup completely pass. But I can't seem to. That
much at least I've come to accept. I'm just a crossdresser. Forever
walking a tightrope. I'm glad you found happiness Andrew. If you want
to transition, or simply be gender non-conforming or whatever, I'm glad
you are happy."
With that, he stood up. I stood up with him. He hugged me.
"These are the best times, Andrew. The years you are heading into.
Enjoy them. They will suck, and they will be someone the shittiest
times you will have in your life, but they will make the man you will
become. Someday you will look back on them and realize that even the
shitty times were fun," I said taking hold of his shoulders.
"Thank you," he said softly. "Thank you, for everything."
He turned and I lead him to the door. He waved one more time as he
walked down the driveway.
I closed the door, and wept.
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