I was walking while listening to music. With one earbud out, of course. Who would walk on a street at 10:45 at night with no one around and with both earbuds in? Not me.
So on the walk home, after 15 minutes of nothing happening, I started to feel more safe.
I was walking. All of a sudden I had that creepy crawly feeling. The hairs on my neck stood up. Suddenly I didn't feel so safe. I felt scared. I felt like I was being watched. I felt like I was being followed.
And I was.
"Slow down a bit, Jennings." I heard a familiar voice say. It was one of the football players. One of the ones who whispered slurs at me at the restaurant. The most popular one. The biggest one. The strongest one.
I started walking faster.
So did he.
I turned around. I shouldn't have.
"Can you just leave me the fuck alone?" I screamed.
He laughed. Calm down. I'm just trying to prove a point."
I hesitated. "What the fuck do you mean? Prove what point you dick?"
"That if you had a good dick you'd say you're a girl again."
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Against Myself.
Fiction généraleCole Jennings. I'm transgender. I've been contemplating coming out to my family ever since I was about 12. One day, on New year's, I decided to come out. And everything changed. TW: Mentions of rape!! Rated mature for: Mentions/description of rape...
