first time

1.0

Living with two men is the easiest thing in the world. I mean, it is for me, probably because I've been doing it my whole life. When my dads and I fight, I usually win. I'd always use the "girl card" on them and they'd surrender because they don't know what being a girl is.

Fom always knew when I was ready for certain things: bras and tampons. That was easy. When I started feeling different for boys; Fom could talk to me about that. Fom was feminine.

Fom was my "mom". "Fom" is short for "fommy", which is a combined word for father and mommy. I have two dads, and they both got so confused when I called them both dad; so they decided on Fom and Dad.

Dad was you know, my dad. He worked hard, but loved gently. Dad would be the one who tried to scare off any boys I tried to bring home. He'd always keep a shotgun around to scare anyone who broke my heart. He was very masculine.

I knew I had different parents than everyone else, and I was okay with it. I didn't pay any attention to it, because it was something I was used to forever.

People had man questions, and people have many states. It didn't affect us at all, because we didn't care. It made us all happy.

In my eyes; they were the perfect couple. They were exact opposites, and it worked. I had always wished a man would look at me the way my dad looks at Fom.

The thing people think is that I would be raised gay, or made to act like a man, but I came out normal (in a good way). I'm perfectly fine. At least, I think I am anyways.

I noticed that other people had women as their motherly figure, but I didn't wish anything different to what I had. My parents loved me and took care of me in their own special way.

Any big milestone I had, my parents were always there to cheer me on. They were there for everything: my year 2 nativity play, year 6 science fair, year 10 ball, and high school graduation.

They're here now for another milestone: college graduation. I was standing at the end of the line to receive my diploma; in the "A" section. They have the names go in backward alphabetical order, which I think is strange.

I take a glance at the section my parents are sitting in. My dad has a video recorder and he's nodding his head, and Fom's face is blotchy and red from crying. He holds a Kleenex in his delicate hands and wipes his eyes. I shoot him a smile and he smiles back; his lips quivering and all.

The school chancellor finally finished the B's and starts with the A's. I face the girl ahead of me, and stare at the back of her head. Her hair is blue, and it's pretty rad. She was in one of my classes for a semester, so she might have been in school for coloring.

The line gets shorter and shorter, and I'm getting closer to the stage. I glance at my Fom and he's about to lose it. I wink at him, and the girl with the blue hair is called.

"Destiny Aye, Hair Colorist."

Aha! I was right. I started to get antsy. I'm about to be officially an adult. I can start my life with my dream career. I can do anything.

"Ryan Audewski, Advanced Cosmetology."

That's me. I walk up the stage, and smile at my parents. I walk up to the chancellor to shake his hand and receive my diploma. There's a ping in my ankles, because of these heels. I shouldn't have worn them, I think. I turn and smile at the crowd for pictures, and walk to the other side. I go take a seat next to my fellow graduates, and listen to the chancellor.