Prodigal

~4.2~

Once we got home and I parked outside our house, Dad stopped me from leaving the car with asking a question.

“I have, um,” Dad awkward coughed. “A question for you.”

“Okay…” I said back, nervously.

“Do you…um…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you need me to talk about… Do you know about…”

“Is this the Birds and the Bees Part 2.”

“Well, I kind of have to do this twice now with your transition and all.”

“Okay…”

“Do you know what will happen every month?”

“Oh my God.” I said, in disbelief.

“You’ll bleed, once a month for about five days, and, you can get, well, for you probably just pads, and then you’ll-“

“Oh my God Dad, stop!” I pleaded.

“This is uncomfortable for me, but you have to know…”

“Dad, I won’t get my period!”

“But…you’re on estrogen…that won’t give you your…period?”

“NO!” I exclaimed. “I still don’t have a uterus!”

“Wha…well…”

“Good talk, Dad.” I said as I walked out of the car like I was escaping Fox River.

Notes

I'M SO STRESSSSSSED

Okay, so I have tickets to see Ed Sheeran this Tuesday in Omaha. Omaha is six hours away from me. I was going to drive, but then my car broke down, and the mechanic will look at it tomorrow, but if he needs to order a part, I won't get my car back and I won't get to go to the concert. I WANNA SEE ED SHEERAN!