It was time for our annual vacation to the beachside cottage that Dad had bought five years earlier. It connected to a private section of beech, where we could relax without worrying about any of the outside world's problems. While I was often self conscious about swimming, due to fear of discovery, I still loved the act itself: moving through the water at speed like a demon possessed by the spirit of the ocean. My sister, Beth, was similarly excited about the trip. She had supported me no matter how much I relied on her. I wished I could do something for her in exchange for everything she'd done for me.
We sat in the back of the car for the several hour long journey to the beachside cottage, while I contemplated the implants. I knew logically that it would take time to become the 'me' I felt on the inside, but I wished it didn't take as long as it did. Every day spent in this awkward in-between stage felt like a day of my life wasted on not being who I was meant to be from birth. My parents and siblings were supportive, but I couldn't help but be frustrated by the time it was taking.
"You'll get there," Beth said, quietly, as she squeezed my hand. I smiled
"How do you do that?" I asked "How do you always know what I'm thinking?"
Beth shrugged "Sister's intuition, I guess?"
I giggled. Beth was the best. A few years older than me, she was beautiful. Long, red hair which she preferred to wear in a ponytail, she usually wore a red skirt, matching her hair and a t-shirt depicting a scene from a movie she liked. I hoped to be as beautiful as her when I finished transitioning.
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