I’m glas you only know the one me. Stephanie, the normal one. Anorexic, bookish and prone to mental break downs. An addiction to trident gum and erotica.
You were too green to recognize Cindy. Fox like, beautiful with shining red hair. Absolutely perfect. I would go to the bathroom at work to talk to her in the mirror. She understood me before she started trying to sabatoge me. Cindy was my favorite.
Or Jane, 200 pounds Jane. Fat Jane. Afraid Jane. Ugly, Ugly Jane.
I am also Extremely glad you never met Raven. I’m not sure if she would have seduced you or killed you. She was tall, dark haired and an expert knife thrower (hence the odd holes in the wall at my house).
But most of all I’m glad you never met James. He was a boy from the newspaper that hung himself in his parent’s closet accidently to get high.
I’m so thankful that you didn’t notice when I transitioned. Often, I felt it coming on and hid. Once I became Jane and started sobbing and trying to throw up.
Now that I have that under control. I am thankful you are eager to love me back. I am thankful that you don’t care about who I have been.
I love you.