Prodigal

~2.6~

Dad decided to have some people come over that night, some friends and family. He liked to do get togethers like this once in a while.

It really hit me that I was transgender when I cringed every time someone referred to me with masculine pronouns.

I was taking a shower that night, and I walked into the living room when I got out. I was in my pajamas and ready for bed.

Dad was in the living room. He looked…I don’t know. Angry, confused, frustrated, sad, upset, all in one. He had a box in his hands.

Please…no…

“Look what I found in your room just now.” Dad said.

He turned the box upside down, dumping all the contents of it onto the floor. All the dresses, girl outfits, makeup, wigs…everything.

It was like my worst nightmare had come true. Everything that I never wanted to happen just happened. I felt like I couldn’t breath. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. Every bad emotion that someone could feel was being felt by me all at once. Humiliation, shame, regret.

My knees gave out on me. I feel to the ground, and I started screaming. I started crying. I didn’t know what to do. I had never felt so busted, so exposed in my life.

My dad just found out…I don’t even know.

No number of YouTube videos I on transgenderism and transgender coming out stories (and I had watched a LOT) could prepare me for this moment.

“Emmett I’m going to ask you.” Dad said. “Do you want to be a girl?”

Everything was such a blur. I could feel hot sticky tears on my face. I felt like I was in the fetal position, just lying on the floor, begging God that this was a dream.

It’s like I couldn’t say the words. He knew, but I couldn’t admit it.

“Yes.” I finally choked.

I was lying on the ground, and I felt like I was choking. I felt like I was dying. I had never felt this bad in my entire life.

Notes

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