I awoke shortly after 9:00 the next morning but decided to stay in bed for a while longer. As I reached for my phone, I noticed a pile of discarded tissues on the floor, the result of the emotional aftermath of my encounter with my inebriated father.
It took several failed login attempts for me to realize I hadn't updated my phone's facial recognition since my sex change. So, after taking care of that, I decided to check Facebook to see if anyone had commented on Akiko's fabricated post.
And boy, did I get a lot of responses, most of which ranged from outright surprise to shock that I'd waited so long to come out. That last part surprised me because, to the best of my knowledge, I'd never done or said anything in the past that suggested I was transgender. Well, with the exception of dressing as Natasha Romanoff for Halloween in tenth grade.
Then there were the negative comments; some called me a pervert, while others suggested I was mentally ill. Some of the comments on the doctored photos Akiko had included disturbed me; my step-cousin Charlie asked if I'd be willing to have sex with him, despite the fact that the post and photos stated that I was still years away from having gender-affirming surgery.
Quite the cross-section of humanity.
Feeling a mix of emotions, I tried my best to brush off the hurtful comments and focus on the supportive ones. There were messages from old friends, some I hadn't seen or spoken to in years, expressing their love and acceptance. Their encouraging words warmed my heart, reminding me that I had a circle of genuine friends who truly cared about me.
Amidst all the comments, I noticed a private message from a girl named Sophia. We had attended the same high school but never interacted much. She wrote to me with genuine kindness, sharing her admiration for my courage and explaining how my coming-out post inspired her to be more authentic in her own life. Sophia's message touched me deeply, and I responded with heartfelt gratitude, realizing that my journey was touching others in unexpected ways
I was about to put my phone down when I got a text from Collin:
Dude, I think someone hacked your Facebook.
They posted all these racy photos and wrote some
BS post about you coming out as a trans woman.
I stared at the phone for a moment, unsure how I was going to respond to Collin's text. He was my best friend, and I felt I owed him an explanation for what I'd done.
Don’t worry about it; I’m taking care of it
We’ll talk more at the bar this weekend
After that, I got out of bed, grabbed my bathrobe, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Given what had happened only a few hours before, I was surprised to see Dad sitting at the kitchen table.
"What are you doing still here?" I asked as I made my way to the coffee maker.
"I decided to work from home today," Dad said, not raising his head from his breakfast. "I informed them that I wasn't feeling well."
"In other words, you were too hungover to go to work this morning." I made myself a cup of coffee and said, "I'm willing to bet you were so wasted that you don't even remember the hurtful things you said to me and mom this morning."
"You're right; I don't remember what I said," Dad said, looking up at me.
"Well, let me enlighten you, Daddy," I said as I walked over to the table and leaned across it. "You told both Mom and me that we were a disgrace to the male gender and that I should get knocked up to learn about consequences."
Dad's jaw dropped as he said, "I-I said that?"
"You did, and to be honest, I don't think I'll ever forgive you." Taking a sip of my coffee, I added, "Mom was right; even as a woman, I'm a better man than you are."
"I'm sorry, Holly," Dad said as I turned to leave the kitchen.
"You'll forgive me if I don't accept that apology." As I walked out of the kitchen, I turned to face him and said, "Now, if you don't mind; I'm expecting a delivery from Radeon this morning, so make yourself scarce."
“What are they delivering?”
"They're providing me with everything I'll need to live as a woman, including a wardrobe, feminine products, and my own makeup supply so I don't have to borrow from Mom." I continued to make my way up the stairs while announcing, "By the way, my personal representative will be here. She used to be a guy too, so put that macho bullshit away before she arrives."
As I got to my room, I couldn't shake off the frustration and hurt caused by Dad's words. But I also knew that retaliating with anger wouldn't resolve anything. Taking a deep breath, I decided to give Dad some space to process everything.
*********************************
I took a nice, relaxing shower and searched Mom's closet again for an outfit. After selecting one that I thought looked nice, I walked to my room to get dressed.
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