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"Withered roses, forget, what they wept for day after day."
I was an author. Not someone special no, but I guess for whatever reason,
God gave me a special task.
It was in November I started writing this book. It was something I thought
the girls at my book club would like.
Chapter 1
His name was Aaron. He was young man. Thin, but strong, or should I say
strong boned. He lived with his two parents. His father was going old and
senile. His mother was young and very concerned with political affairs of
the world. Not that she was a politician, but she wanted to do her part
and change the world to fit her mind.
Aaron looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was sickly colored. He
needed more sun, but also better food. But the lifelessness in his body
sort of dazzled him with its light color. He thought it reminded him of
the beauty of a silk dress. He always found patterns interesting and
textures too. He put on a dress. He was disgusted in doing it. But it hid
his paleness. His body was now hidden. The dress distracted from his
weakness. He walked around the house. He walked in a fanciful way, almost
as if acting. Pretending to be someone of a feminine nature. No, not
pretending, in his mind, HE WAS.
His father came home. He saw him. He wasn't wearing a dress, but he was
wearing clothing that seemed feminine. His father was unsure but felt
confused and so went to lay down. Aaron's plan had worked. He had tricked
his father.
When his mother came home, his father confronted her, "Have you seen what
he's wearing?!" She peeked and felt a ting of joy inside. She was
delighted... no, she was enflamed. Her son was trying unique things! "I'm
proud of this decision, son" she said as she sat down next to him, placing
her hand on his shoulder.
Instantly he became afraid. "No, they weren't supposed to realize it yet!"
But his heart also beat with excitement!'
That's where chapter one will end, she said. She decided to write more in
a little while. She laughed a little bit, knowing that the mother was
essentially a self-insert character. Someone very similar to her (but with
children of course). She had not found the "right one" yet.
Chapter 2
A week passed. Things were normal. Father was unhappy but slowly coming
around. Mom had trouble sleeping at nights. Not out of distress, no, but
out of excitement. She was witnessing a new era. People were finally free
and tolerant.
Aaron was happy. This week had been so "blessed" to him, he thought. Maybe
he would believe in God because things were so well. He was named after a
Bible character after all.
But father didn't change much. He mostly tried to ignore it.
She wasn't sure how to continue this. She pondered making the father more
resentful and unaccepting. Thoughts about the story were making her feel
exciting and sweaty. "This... FEELS GOOD!" she thought.
Eventually, they had an argument. "Aaron I've been thinking..."
"Anna!" he shouted back.
"Anna... Aaron, it's all so tiresome. This is too much..."
He paused.
"You need to get out of the house and never come back!!"'
She thought about what she had written. Did it feel good? Yes. Was it
realistic? Probably not.
Even though these weren't real people, she felt bad for them.
"I'll just go to sleep and write again tomorrow."
She woke up and went to write immediately. She undid everything she wrote
about an argument and started again, at an earlier point in the story.
'"Aaron, I don't mind this. Thank you for opening my mind."
"No problem," Aaron replied.
"These are strange times, but I realize that I need to open and proactive
about learning. I need to be open to who you are."
"Yes!" Aaron squealed.
"Holy shit that's good" she said as she touched herself.
Chapter 3
Aaron was feeling distressed. A date last night had gone wrong.
He was expecting to be treated like a woman but the men mocked him.
Actually he kind of liked that part. It felt good to be mocked. It was
kind of hot!
This part had made her smile.
'But he still stayed home for 2 weeks and refused to go out. He spent all
his time on the internet.
Actually he wasn't even interested in being a woman anymore. I mean, he
was a woman, but now that he felt that he was, there was no interest in it
now. There was sadness that he was born in the wrong body, and that he
might not yet be accepted by society. But yet the light of being made a
mockery in public still felt a bit passionate and that burning fire seemed
to sustain him.
She had to go to the store that day.
She fought hard to get the last piece of bacon. It seemed someone else
wanted it too. That was when she saw him.
"It's him, the man in my book!" she thought.
She felt excited. This man looked just like the man in her book. "What a
crazy coincidence!" she thought.
She walked past him to get some cans, still thinking it was a quaint
coincide
-She stumbles over the cans.
"Excuse me, can I help you miss?" he asks, walking over.
"Is your name Aaron?" she asks, unable to get the uncanny resemblance to
him out of her head.
"Y-Yes! ..." he says, stuttered.
"He's as awkward as I imagined him," she pondered, looking up at the
ceiling feeling dazed. "Haha, I have to show you something... you look
like a character in my book," she said dizzily.
"I don't feel comfortable about this." Aaron would have said if he was a
more of a man.
"OH, I HAVE TO SHOW YOU!" she said, getting up and laughing.
As she pulled out the book from her purse and showed Aaron the pages,
Aaron thought about telling her his new name and how he would like not to
be called Aaron anymore.
"THIS IS YOU!" she said loudly.
He read the story and sat on the ground, feeling uncomfortable.
"What?" she blurted out while looking ditzy.
"It's not me... it IS me," he said, in a way that seemed like he was
acting but also in a way that seemed too chilling to be real acting.
"Huh!? What are you talking about?"
"This book... it's me... it's all me."
She wondered to herself what he could've meant by that.
Chapter 4
She tried to write but she couldn't.
It had been a day and a half since the incident.
He was still around. Not physically, but in the atmosphere.
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
The next day they met at a coffee shop.
"How has your transition been?" she asked.
"Well it's not a transition, I-I'm just the person I've always been" he
stuttered.
"..."
"Why are you so nervous!?"
He just stared at her.
Chapter 4
A week and a half later and she still could not write anything.
Also, she was at his parents' house. It was quite nice.
"How long has your son been like this?" she asked the mother.
"Oh, like what?" the mother replied.
She just rolled her eyes in response and looked to Aaron.
"This is my new lady friend. She wants to be friends with women so she's
friends with me," said Aaron, who is terrible at lying.
"I want to die," she thought.
"We were just talking about... panties," Aaron said.
She thought this was cute- she smiled and looked away in thought.
"So what will you... and Aaron be doing?" his mother asked.
The implication being that in all this she just wanted a daughter and not
a daughter in law.
"How profound at how the times have changed," she mused.
"What do you mean?" said the mother, shocked that her desire being Aaron's
feminization was so easily discovered.
"Oh nothing." She smiled as she looked at Aaron and winked.
"So what do you like to do around here?" she asked him.
"Oh, uh..."
Aaron realized he didn't have any hobbies.
"Let's go out."
--
As they walked around the mall, she found that he was quite an awkward
chap: he kept looking around nervously, with his seemingly bare neck stick
out from his poorly fitting blouse that was disfigured enough that it was
hard to tell if it was women's clothing or a men's.
"So, what do you do... for fun?" he asked, looking as though he hit a gold
mine when it came to conversational starters.
"Ah, well, I like to write books and just go on the internet, you know?"
"Ahah," he retorted, still looking around nervously.
They walked a bit more and there was some silence.
"Do you want to eat?" he interjected into the silence, as though it was a
last-ditch attempt to kill the awkwardness.
They went to a burger place. It was his choice, well he gave her a choice,
but not really- it was his choice.
While she watched smack down on that burger she realized just how un-
feminine he was.
"Aaron, are you happy with yourself?"
"Lol no I don't think I'll ever be."
"No really... do you think this is right for you?"
"Being feminine... I mean being a woman. Is anything right for you?" She
added the last part nervously so as to not seem as though she was
attacking his life choices (although was she not the one who wrote the
book in the first place?)
"It's just how I feel. You can't control your feelings."
"Would you like to be a man?"
"Everyone would like to be who they were born to be."
"..."
"I wish I could be who my parents want me to be, but the feelings are too
strong."
She went home that night and tried to write more of the book. This time
she decided to write about how Aaron decided to de-transition. The only
problem was, she couldn't get her hand to write on the page. No matter how
hard she tried to force her arm to move her hand to the page, her hand
would not be brought close to it. She wondered if this was a mental block
or something in her body's nervous system that wouldn't register. She laid
and thought about it. "I don't think I'll be able to write anymore." She
cried a bit thinking about how some people were stuck with a brain or a
heart that wants to be something other than what they were born. She cried
at the thought that this boy was meant to be a boy but something had taken
it away from him. She felt it was unfair, as though God or the universe
had chosen this boy as being the one that for no fair reason would be left
out from the normalcy of boyish life.
Her thoughts seemed childish, or childlike; she wasn't sure which.
She went to see him the next day.
His mother opened the door and told her he was in his room.
When she walked into his room, she saw him in his feminine clothes and
felt an air of disgust: "This isn't who he is. HE IS FAKING IT," she
thought.
"Aaron do you know who you are?" she yelled.
"What?" he asked, his eyes looking high and strung out.
They sat there in silence for 30 minutes.
It was dreadful for her, but he was too foolish to come up with something
to say.
It was at this point she realized that he really did believe he was a
woman and that he was "stuck."
She went home.
She stayed up all night for that night.
When she finally got around to sleep it was around 5 a.m., and she had a
dream that she was to be married to Aaron. He was a man with a beard but
still thin. Maybe still feminine looking, but maybe masculine. She
couldn't make out the details. Then, right as the wedding was to be
officiated, she floated up a bit into the air and fell through the ground
like a ghost, falling deeper and deeper until she landed in water.
She woke up.
She went back to sleep.
An hour later, she woke up again. She did not go to see Aaron that day,
but she journaled about him all day. She went a week without seeing him.
One day, as she was writing about Aaron in her journal, she realized that
despite not feeling romantically for him, the thought of him gave her a
warm feeling.
The next day she decided to drive by his house, and see if he would be
around in the neighborhood somewhere.
To her great joy she saw him outside his house in what she would describe
as a 'motherly' dress.
"Hey, Aaron, want to go for a ride?"
"Sure," he said, a bit confused. He awkwardly sat in the back seat.
"How about we go to the park?"
"Yea..." said Aaron staring out the window looking as though he was not
there.
They arrived at the park and Aaron saw that there were a lot of climbing
activities for adults.
"Do you like climbing, Aaron?" she asked.
"I... I think so..." he said, distracted.
He mechanically tried a bunch of the climbing exercises, easily getting to
the top of bars with his stiff movements and holding himself upside down
on a piece of equipment. His bones were indeed naturally pretty strong
since he did not seem to work out much yet was gifted in this.
She was well exercised herself, so she was able to partake also; they were
about evenly strong.
"This was exhilarating!" she thought.
Eventually the stars came out. They were on top of the exercising
equipment.
"What do you think of aliens, Aaron?"
"They probably exist... because... there are a lot of stars, and that's a
lot of chances for life...!"
"A very autistic answer, I think!" she replied.
He looked sad at that remark, but also slightly confused.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to... you see- what do you think they are like? The
aliens," she asked.
"They're not like us. They cannot be. We just assume they are because it's
what we're used to."
"But what if you're not female, you're just different from what we're used
to?"
"This conversation is over," he said, swinging himself to go upside down.
"That's not what I meant."
"...what do you mean?"
"You know, what if you're not a girl, you're just a weir- unusual... I
mean a special boy!"
"Huh?" he thought, musingly. He didn't understand the statement, but it
caused him to feel a change in his emotions deep down.
*
Later than night, she drove him home. They talked about random stuff.
Before he left, he asked her, "Why do you think I exist?"
"Well, why do I exist?" she replied, teasingly.
He stepped out of the car and said nothing.
"Another good day," she thought.
They hung out a few more days before he decided he wanted to start
driving.
Now, whenever they went somewhere, he would be driving them.
"I guess it's just something I like to do," he said.
"That's good to hear!" she said.
"Actually, I was having so much fun, I decide to sleep in a parking garage
last night."
"You mean like, in your car, in a parking garage, right?"
"Yeah silly, what do you expect? Me to sleep on the ground!?"
They laughed.
It wasn't even that funny but it was nice to be able to laugh about
something.
"I still feel weird."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I'm into women. I've always been into women. But I only thought I was
trans as of recent. Shouldn't the two be related?"
"I'm not sure. Do you think you're trans?"
"I am of course."
The next day he woke up. He was exciting because he was going to hang out
with his best friend. As he got out of his room, he looked down from the
stairs and it seemed she had already arrived. He didn't tell his parents,
but he had left his female clothes and his transgenderism behind at that
very moment.
He drove fast that day. Really fast.
Within a month he asked her out. She blushed at the offer but she had no
feelings for him.
He was dejected, but it was fine.
"So sad," she thought, "he gets out of his troubles only to have me reject
him."
She went home that night and saw the book. This time she tried writing in
it and it worked.
Chapter 5
After everything that had happened, and Aaron discovering who he was, I
gained feelings out of the blue for him.
After she had written those words, instantly a rush of emotion flooded
into her. She decided to call Aaron and accept his offer.
EPILOGUE
A year later they were vacationing in Pompei on their honey moon. Her eyes
couldn't believe the beauty of this old town beneath the volcano that
destroyed it. Aaron was enjoying himself too. Yet, a question lingered on
her mind "why did they not tear down this city?" Surely the buildings
could be kept, but it was strange to see so many dead statues. Surely
disgust would have led them to destroying all the dead relics? To think,
if they had destroyed this town of corpses, we would have not known a
little bit of our history. Was it a mistake to build a town near a
volcano, even if they did not know it? Yes. Yet despite this error, this
was a part of human history and was not something that should be
forgotten. Somewhere long ago, she heard about a concept called Kintsugi.
It was the belief that the history of something, even its breakage and
mending, were part of what the something was. Hmm, interesting.
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