He knew me as a boy. Would he date me as a girl?
My dress as I spot him across the room, and suddenly it's like
time folds in on itself. He blinks first.
Of course he does. I'm standing there in a soft
curve hugging one shoulder. Dress.
The fabric rooshed. Just enough to tease.
My long blonde hair falls neatly over my shoulders, makeup light
and glowy. Lips glossy.
Eyes warm and mischievous, I know I look feminine,
confidently so, and I let that confidence sparkle in my smile.
Hey, I say gently. He laughs, a little, breathless.
I almost didn't recognize you. I tilt my head.
Playful. But you did.
There's a pause. The kind kind.
The kind where memories. Surface.
I still remember you. He says slowly.
Smiling Back in kindergarten, you were always running around
with scraped knees. I giggle.
And you always shared your crayons with me.
I step closer. Lowering my voice just.
A touch. You knew me as a little boy back
then. He nods, honest, open, and now.
I ask softly. Letting my fingers brush.
The. Fabric at my hip.
Now you're standing in front of me.
Like this his. Eyes meet mine.
Curious. Surprised.
But warm. Now you're stunning.
I smile wider, cheeks warming. I love that word.
So I say. Flirting openly now shoulders.
Relaxed eyes. Sparkling, let me ask you
something. I hold his gaze.
Teasing if a trans girl like me asked.
You out? Would you say yes?
He doesn't answer right. Away.
Then he smiles, slow, genuine, certain.
Yes, he says. I would.
My heart does a tiny, happy flip.
I grin, lean in just a. Bit.
Closer and whisper. Guess.
You have a date now then. His eyebrows lift.
Come pick me up at 6:00. I add sweetly.
I'll dress extra cute for. You before he can reply.
I. Lean in and press a soft.
Kiss to his cheek. Warm, gentle, unmistakably
feminine. I.
Pull back smiling and walk away, leaving him standing there
blushing, smiling. Completely puzzled.
And definitely looking forward to. 6:00.
Would you say yes? Follow my journey like hype?
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