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A Vagina Grows in Brooklyn
By halanscott | June 26, 2008
I used to live with 3 straight guys from Little Rock, Arkansas. We lived in harmony, for the most part, for 2 years in Brooklyn, New York. Right before I moved out I discovered that one of them thought I was transgendered.
I had just lost 100 pounds and given up smoking, it was a good time in my life. One afternoon we were just chatting about nothing special, when he said, “You know, you’ve lost so much weight, aren’t you concerned with losing your chest? Isn’t that a little counter productive?”
Confused, I responded, “Well, it’s just natural, I can’t really help it.”
“You must have spent a bunch already to get the body you want! How much have you spent?”
“Not much really, about $70 on shoes, running shorts are cheap at Target.”
“Have you set a date for the surgery? You look like you’re almost ready for it!”
“Actually, the doctor says it might happen naturally to me. I’m so young, sometimes the body will just come together.”
“That’s not possible, biologically it just wouldn’t happen,” he said, very defiantly. We went back and forth for a while, him telling me it wasn’t possible, me trying to prove to him that my doctor said it was.
“The body can adapt to the excess skin,” I said, putting my foot down on the subject.
“But you can’t grow a vagina!”
WTF?!?! “What… vagina?…. what are you talking about?”
“I’m cool with you wanting to be a woman, but you should know, your body cannot just change naturally.”
Apparently he had misunderstood my enjoyment of the movie Boys Don’t Cry to mean that I wanted to be a woman. For two years he thought I was transitioning into a woman. Two years… transitioning… into a woman. Ugh.
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June 26th, 2008 at 9:28 pm
I’m sorry but that’s funny.
Ha ha ha.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:38 pm
I’m sorry too, but that was the funniest thing I’ve read all day…hee hee!
June 26th, 2008 at 11:21 pm
Golden. Second time around was even better.
June 30th, 2008 at 4:48 pm
HAHAAHAH! oh my god, why can’t you ever have an audio recorder handy for such a moment?