Short Stories

Imagination

I don't know why it happens. Ever since I was born when I used my imagination to vividly, the things I was imagining would actually happened.

I noticed it for the first time when I was 10, at least that's the first one I remember well. I wanted a toy so badly and was sitting on the couch imagining myself playing with it. When I went back to my room later that day, there was the toy sitting on my toy shelf. I was ecstatic, I didn't care how it got there, I was just glad it was mine.

Slowly over the next couple years I tested it. Little things at first, an extra dollar for lunch, seeing my friend in public, being allowed to leave places when I wanted. I learnt a lot then. I've always been careful to never imagine for something to big or to bad. That's sort of a lie, but big things require more effort. For instance, I've imagined living in a really interesting place, but never with enough intensity to actually have it have it happen.

The first and really only big thing I've imagined with a lot of intensity came when I was 14. Over a period of multiple years and a lot of questioning I had realized that I'm trans. One morning, after I had daydreamed myself to sleep the night before, I woke up and got ready for my day. It's worth mentioning that I had been planning to come out to my parents the next morning and was imagining how they would react and putting myself in situations where they just already knew about it. When I went to get breakfast my mum said her usual good morning but instead of calling me my birth name she called me my chosen name. I froze, she froze. We had quite a long conversation after that, both about me being trans and my imagination thing. It went well and I was very glad that someone else knew about both things.

I don't know how this happened, why I have this...power? or what's going on. But recently I was sent an anonymous email talking about a group of people who are like me. I've been conversing with the people in the group for nearly 2 months now. I'm planning on going to one of their meetings with my mum tonight. They pretend to be an art club so no one questions it. I'm not sure why I wanted to write all this down but now I've done it and this is on paper, I don't even keep a diary this is the first time I'm doing something like this. Anyways, I have to go. The meeting is in an hour and I still haven't gotten ready yet.

Wish me luck,

JaxSl