My Evolving Transition – Ch. 04

After a few months away, the Greyhound bus finally returned me home. I returned from my sabbatical, a bit Iow on money, and more certain of my sexuality than I ever had been. Just I do not know if my town could accept it.

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The first thing I did was say hello to my mother after I returned home. She looked at how I was dressed and then hugged me. Nothing was said, but her body language pretty much said it all.

It’s been over a week and a half since I last hooked up with Jessa, and I was already missing him and that bar.

A week had passed since I returned and the only communication, I had with anybody was my mother, and Jess via email. I spent most of my time locked up in my loft, experimenting with various clothes and make-up, or hanging out in the nude.

Due to my anxiety, partially in my head, and partially caused by Tiffany and my actions, I still didn’t want to face anyone locally.

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Then one day around a month of hibernating at home, my mother asked me to go to the mall and get her some things from the arcade chemist, while she was at work. I was down to the last few headache pills that Tiffany gave me. I still had four repeats left for spironolactone, so I reluctantly agreed.

So, she left for work, at 8:00 AM. When I woke around 9:30 AM, I decided to test the waters and see if I could get away with going to the mall in disguise.

So, I wore eyeliner and lipstick, sunglasses, a basketball top, torn denim shorts over skin-tight patterned yoga pants, brown cowboy boots with tassels, a puffy black raincoat vest, and tied my hair in a ponytail. Before going, I looked in the mirror, to check out how I looked. I wasn’t still convinced, so then added a black covid mask, which was the icing on the cake.

Everything I was wearing was bought while on my road trip to redemption, even the handbag that I had was purchased from a little Indian tourist shop. I locked up and then walked towards the bus stop that was two blocks from my place and past a large park. The park belonged to a local gang, and it was best to avoid walking through it especially when it started getting dark.

As I walked, I prayed that no one from my recent past recognized me. No one did.

It was a ten-minute wait and a twenty-minute ride to the shopping precinct.

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Once, the bus stopped at the mall, I casually entered the entrance.

Everything ran smoothly until I went to the drugstore for my ***********. The pharmacist looked at me strangely when handing me my spironolactone and my mother’s ***********s. He was about to say something to me about what was in my *********** when an unruly customer interrupted us.

I paid for my items at the counter and left. That’s when I almost walked into an old-school buddy from my past and before Tiffany.

He looked at me surprised, as I was dressed differently compared to how I used to dress.

I hadn’t seen Zayne, since 10th grade, he didn’t comment on my attire. We exchanged numbers and promised to catch up soon. I then popped the medicine into my handbag and left.

I sat at a café and ordered a latte, before going window shopping.

From there I waited anxiously for my bus from the mall, and back home. I was worried that more people from my past, spotted me, that gossip, and word would get around I was back and had changed.

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The bus stopped near that public park, which was not that far from Zayne’s old place, but I had to either walk through it or around it to get home.

While in disguise, I walked around the park as the park was B X 9 territory, with a bad reputation.

So, as I walked around it, I spotted from a distance, a ghost from my recent past.

Lingering by close to the park restrooms, Tiffany. The restrooms were closer to Zayne’s side of the park, it was a longer walk from my place.

Back to Tiffany, she had her back against a large tree, in the braces of a feral-looking girl, with red and purple dreadlocks. They didn’t see me, as they were too busy with each other. Neither did any of the thugs, that hung closer to the restrooms.

There were young kids with their mothers at the playground, not that far from them.

I only glanced at them briefly but saw enough.

Tiffany was raised off the ground and against the tree, with her legs wrapped around her feral friend’s waist. Her friend had a hand inside Tiffany’s opened leather pants and fingering her cunt.

I wasn’t the only one that’s changed, Tiffany had to. She had never worn leather pants or denim vests, as she was a vegan. Today, she looked like a bikie chick.

Once they were in my rearview, I started to pick up my pace and go home. For two reasons I scurried home, one was that the lesbian action was starting to stir my cock up, and two was because there were a few B X 9 members in the park.



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Once I was home, I unpacked and placed my mother’s stuff on a kitchen cupboard, and then I headed to my loft. I quickly undressed and I quickly rubbed my cock, re-imagining Tiffany with her new friend, and imagining Jess was with me.

I was still confused, sexually.

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A week had passed since I bumped into Zayne, at the mall. So, I decided to visit him later that day.

We once used to be close friends which was before I hooked up with Tiffany. We began to drift apart, so after seeing him in the mall, it was the first time in three years, that we had spoken.

Now I knew Tiffany was bad news and I had to forget about her, even though she was still in my head.