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For those of you who don't know, I went to an all girls private school called BSS for grades 7-OAC (the now no longer existent grade 13 for the US folk among us). Okay now that you have the setting for where the following story takes place, sit back and I shall begin.
So right from the start of my time at BSS I was hopelessly in crush/love with a girl (for annonimity's sake we'll refer to her by her initials) named A.J. She was about 4 year older than i was. She was a blond (I have always had an affinity for blonds), and just generally a gorgeous creature. Only problem was was that I was young, weird looking/acting, and she didn't know I existed. Being the weird weird weird kid that I was, and in hopeless denial of my sexuality, I asked around about her. Subtly of course, I would have died if it had gotten back to her. I kept all my new found information in a note book with the page entitled "things I know about A.J." Alas my list served me no good as she graduated and I was left with a void in the halls and in my heart.
Let me just pause the story here to explain something about my school. Every year in May they hold "Pub Night." The purpose of which is to gather together "old girls" who would like the chance to honour and say good bye to the teachers who are retiring. Its a pretty decent evening, I usually get a little intoxicated and say something inappropriate. But enough digressing, back to our story.
The year is now 2005 and its Pub Night. I have started my T shots about 2 weeks prior to this. I am over the moon. I am standing having a conversation with one of m old teachers and we're talking about the fact that I am about to begin transition. We chat for a while, then she goes off to schmooze with one of the others. Its then that I notice none other that the still-beautiful-10-years-after-graduating A.J. standing beside me. Keep in mind that this woman has never spoken to me before in her life. She smiles, and I nod hello. She then turns to me and says "Can I ask you a question?" and I think to myself "you can ask me anything you want!" but instead reply "ya for sure." "Are you going through some kind of gender transition?" I almost faint dead away. I think she can see me struggling for an answer, unsure of how to reply, because she then says "because my sister, i mean my brother did the same thing." Now I am really trying to stay on my feet. Not only is my high school crush talking to me, but she's telling me how her little sister became her little brother!!! So I confess to her that yes indeed that's what I am undertaking. We talk for about 20 minutes/half an hour. I am in heaven!
Fast forward to 2008, Wednesday night to be specific. Its the annual Pub Night, and it's packed this year, difficult to move or have any kind of conversation without standing on top of someone. All of a sudden over a sea of heads I spy the very definite blond hair of Ms. A.J. I continue to mingle and eventually make my way over to her side of the room. Not wanting to appear too obvious, my friend who I have dragged along for support and I chat with one of our old teachers. While my friend is engaged, I turn to survey the patio and make eye contact with A.J. She smiles and mouths the words "how are you?!" I reply with a smile "good thank you." Thinking that's to be our only interaction, I am content and go back to my conversation. A few minutes later I feel a hand on the small of my back (melts!!) I turn to discover A.J. standing before me, alone. She opens her arms to hug me, and who am I to deny a drop dead gorgeous woman a hug? "You look SO good!" she tells me. I want to die I am so happy. I had forgotten just how beautiful she is. Crazy blue eyes and that blond hair, I have always had a thing for blonds. We chat for a while and she tells me over and over again just how proud of me she is. She never even knew my name is high school and now here we are sharing this extremely unlikely commonality. We joke about the school and how I come to Pub Night to mix things up. I tell her how it's my goal to nail one of my old teachers and she bursts out laughing. I am so thrilled to have made her laugh. She jokes that the odds are in my favour of me picking up in a room full of about 100 women. She hugs me one final time reiterating how proud she is of me. Then she tells me she'll let me get back to my friends (as if talking to her is this big inconvenience). Sigh.
End of story!
So right from the start of my time at BSS I was hopelessly in crush/love with a girl (for annonimity's sake we'll refer to her by her initials) named A.J. She was about 4 year older than i was. She was a blond (I have always had an affinity for blonds), and just generally a gorgeous creature. Only problem was was that I was young, weird looking/acting, and she didn't know I existed. Being the weird weird weird kid that I was, and in hopeless denial of my sexuality, I asked around about her. Subtly of course, I would have died if it had gotten back to her. I kept all my new found information in a note book with the page entitled "things I know about A.J." Alas my list served me no good as she graduated and I was left with a void in the halls and in my heart.
Let me just pause the story here to explain something about my school. Every year in May they hold "Pub Night." The purpose of which is to gather together "old girls" who would like the chance to honour and say good bye to the teachers who are retiring. Its a pretty decent evening, I usually get a little intoxicated and say something inappropriate. But enough digressing, back to our story.
The year is now 2005 and its Pub Night. I have started my T shots about 2 weeks prior to this. I am over the moon. I am standing having a conversation with one of m old teachers and we're talking about the fact that I am about to begin transition. We chat for a while, then she goes off to schmooze with one of the others. Its then that I notice none other that the still-beautiful-10-years-after-graduating A.J. standing beside me. Keep in mind that this woman has never spoken to me before in her life. She smiles, and I nod hello. She then turns to me and says "Can I ask you a question?" and I think to myself "you can ask me anything you want!" but instead reply "ya for sure." "Are you going through some kind of gender transition?" I almost faint dead away. I think she can see me struggling for an answer, unsure of how to reply, because she then says "because my sister, i mean my brother did the same thing." Now I am really trying to stay on my feet. Not only is my high school crush talking to me, but she's telling me how her little sister became her little brother!!! So I confess to her that yes indeed that's what I am undertaking. We talk for about 20 minutes/half an hour. I am in heaven!
Fast forward to 2008, Wednesday night to be specific. Its the annual Pub Night, and it's packed this year, difficult to move or have any kind of conversation without standing on top of someone. All of a sudden over a sea of heads I spy the very definite blond hair of Ms. A.J. I continue to mingle and eventually make my way over to her side of the room. Not wanting to appear too obvious, my friend who I have dragged along for support and I chat with one of our old teachers. While my friend is engaged, I turn to survey the patio and make eye contact with A.J. She smiles and mouths the words "how are you?!" I reply with a smile "good thank you." Thinking that's to be our only interaction, I am content and go back to my conversation. A few minutes later I feel a hand on the small of my back (melts!!) I turn to discover A.J. standing before me, alone. She opens her arms to hug me, and who am I to deny a drop dead gorgeous woman a hug? "You look SO good!" she tells me. I want to die I am so happy. I had forgotten just how beautiful she is. Crazy blue eyes and that blond hair, I have always had a thing for blonds. We chat for a while and she tells me over and over again just how proud of me she is. She never even knew my name is high school and now here we are sharing this extremely unlikely commonality. We joke about the school and how I come to Pub Night to mix things up. I tell her how it's my goal to nail one of my old teachers and she bursts out laughing. I am so thrilled to have made her laugh. She jokes that the odds are in my favour of me picking up in a room full of about 100 women. She hugs me one final time reiterating how proud she is of me. Then she tells me she'll let me get back to my friends (as if talking to her is this big inconvenience). Sigh.
End of story!