Hurricane

Chapter One: How in the hell...

As Nicole walked into the court room in her red county jumpsuit, arms held with chains which settled firmly around her ankles, she thought "How in the hell did I get here, and how the hell do I get out. " She sat down in the designated prisoners area to the side of the judge's chair and waited to see if after the three intensely boring weeks behind bars if she would finally be out to continue on with the havoc that her life had become or if she would get to keep enjoying the amazing soy creations her southern New Mexico jail.

"All rise, for the honorable Judge Katz." She heard the bailiff say with as about as much enthusiasm as she currently felt.  Standing she could feel the chain on her waist begin to sag against the loose skin on her stomach. "This must be what pulling on foreskin must feel like, " she thought as the judge took her place in the court and stared out on the dream team of public defenders the county had to offer. One stood in the middle of the court at a podium set up for today's proceedings face almost fulling covered in  the stack of papers before him.  His black curly hair looking as if he hadn't slept in days peeking up from the pile. He began to sort through the stack as the judge began to read off the case numbers for each defendant and with each one they would discuss the charges and how much bail would be. Nicole was sure this was going to take awhile so she began to reflect on what led her there, to that court room, to that form fitting jail jumpsuit.

Nine wasted months, Nine wasted months with the most childish irritating man she had ever dated, and all she could do is think about how much he had changed and how much everything he had ever told her was a lie now. When Nicole met Evan she was working late nights at a tech company keeping watch of the IT department ensuring that everything was running smoothly. Nicole was in a almost two year long relationship with a rather eccentric but amazingly gentleman named Kyle. Nicole began to look for more reasons to escape after with in the two years they had she has miscarried, had cervical pre-cancer which led to the removal of a portion of her cervix, and she was finally dealing with her own past demons. Of course being the well adjusted 28 year old she was at the time she sought that in prescription pills and at the bottoms of endless empty beer bottles. Nicole was deemed hurricane by Kyle and at first it was an endearing nickname that he had given her but the more she heard it the more she wished she could disappear into a storm. Nicole had enough. Kyle had enough. But neither would admit defeat and just waited for the other to leave.

Enter Evan, he was a short dumpy potato shaped younger kid that just started working at the tech company. He would often shuffle around in baggy jeans and flip flops around the training floor half asleep from what Nicole could only assume was from all the gaming he did in his mom's basement before work. Nicole would pace the floor at night to keep awake and go outside for cigarettes with the training classes just for some company. It was one late evening when she and Evan finally spoke. "Hey." He said as he shuffled across to one of the benches outside the building and sat firmly next to Nicole.  "How's training going?" She asked mainly to be polite. "Good" he replied in a matter of fact tone. This is basically how the two would talk for the first week. Eventually this led to longer and longer talks and Evan wanting to get breakfast after work and continue there talks to the point where the two would spend hours together. Most of their conversations where about what person was doing what at work and what the newest nerdy fan culture was.  Nicole learned that the reason Evan was so sleepy and wandered around like a zombie because he worked a second job during the day writing video game code for an small independent game company and was also just beginning a divorce after seven years of marriage.

About a month after the two began spending time together Evan walked Nicole to her wrangler and said he has something to tell her. " Look Nicole, I was born both a boy and a girl. You know intersex. My mom and dad raised me in as a girl back home in Fort Worth, and well my birth name was Sarah." Nicole looked at him unsure how she should react to such news. So many thoughts raced through her head, mainly ones about if he had a penis or not but others too on why this would affect their friendship. So Nicole opened her mouth and simply uttered "Ok." The two parted, and Nicole had a long adventure down the dark transsexual alternative gender workings of the internet to attend to when she got home. First Search: What is Intersex?