Call your best buddy

You take out your phone and dial your best buddy’s number.

He answers immediately.

“Hi...”

“Hey, Lexi. What's up?”

You stammer.

“You… know it’s… me?”

“Huh? I can see your number. And I do recognize the voice of my best friend since High School.”

You **** a laugh.

“Yeah. Right. How did that ever happen back then, huh? A boy like you and…. a…. girl like me….”

He pauses for a second.

“Never though about that. Guess it was kinda strange, huh? For a boy and a girl that age to become friends. But I never felt weird. I don't remember it to. You were just - one of the boys to me.”

You sigh.

“Makes sense, I guess…”

“No offence, you’re _all _woman now and I wouldn't mind being friends with benefits...”

“Dude!”

He laughs.

“Alright, alright, I know you don't wanna talk about that again. Just kidding.”

Again? Does he remember hitting on you??? That’s… gross. And kinda hot… He’s not a bad looking…

STOP thinking that!

“Listen. I gotta go to work, you want anything special or just reminisce about old times?”

“No, I… just wanted to ask if we meet again this weekend to watch football with the guys.”

“What a questions is that? Why wouldn't we?

“Yeah. Right. Why wouldn't we?”

“Maybe you get some sleep until then? Or pick up a guy to get laid. Or a girl. Whatever gets you back on track. You’re a bit weird, today, Lexi.”

“I’m fine."

Wait - does he remember you being bi? Or has his memory of you just not settled in on an orientation? You'd definitely be a lesbian if you had to be a woman.

Right? But then why does he remember he hitting on you?

"See you then, buddy!”

You hang up. Well, that’s settled. You're a woman to everyone.