I’m bleeding (Epilogue)

We didn’t fuck that night. It wasn’t until two weeks later. For the next two years Bobbi and I would get together pretty regularly and have a lot of fun. There were never any issues when either of us got into relationships, and we were always there for each other when those relationships eventually failed. I held her all night after her parents rejected her when she came out to them. She held me when my grandfather died. It all sort of ended when she got accepted for a graduate course at Duke, and the goodbye was a tearful one.

Over the next several years we kept in touch by phone and eventually just through email. She kept me up to date on her transition and invited me to her wedding, which I did not attend begging off that I couldn’t take the time off work. I invited her to my own wedding as well, but she was busy with something or other. In the end we haven’t spoken to each other in over twenty years.

I stalked her on Facebook the other day. She’s aged, but so have I. She looks happy with her dogs and husband. I’m happy for her.

So that’s the story of Bobbi with an I. My first trans girlfriend. By the way, I did tell you you have a very pretty mouth didn’t I? So… wanna go hit the bathroom together and you can show me what it’s good for?

Good girl.