"I can't be alone again. I have to find him."
In a world where you can't harm your soulmate, not even accidentally, Gary Adams is searching for his love. He has become a serial killer in order to find his true love and settle down. He has tracked hi...
Lane's POV: (Will pop up from time to time but not often)
No, I do not have nerve damage, and no, I don't think I am his soulmate. He kicked my leg, yes, but he kicked my prosthetic. What a giant thing right? Look, I lost my leg when I was little, I have heard it all. "Isn't that so sad Paul, that little girl lost her leg." And yeah no it was a little bit of a struggle and I did enjoy the attention, but I can walk, I can open doors, and at this point I can't wear shorts so I don't get pity looks. I went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet so I couldn't see myself in the mirror as I took off my shirt, and then my binder. I completely undressed and got in the shower doing my best to not look down for fear of causing my dysphoria to be heightened. I'm always uncomfortable but showers and changing is the hardest. I got out of the shower and got dressed, without my binder but instead a sports bra as it's the best you can get when going for a run. I got my hoodie and put it on before grabbing my wallet and running around the neighborhood and eventually to Target.
I wanted beer so I went and grabbed a case before going to the checkout. The lady asked me for my I.D. I showed it to her and she looked up at me and shook her head before handing it back to me. I knew what was coming. I paid for the beer and when I picked it up she said "Thank you MA'AM" I sighed and took the beer before running back home. I didn't want to make a scene in Target so I just left. That happened a lot, if I wanted alcohol I would look like a 12 year old boy because of my rounder face, they would ask for my card and then be jerks because even as accepting as we are now there are still assholes. As I got closer to home I heard a woman shout out of her car "It can't be. Is that Lake Watts?" I sighed and kept walking. I hated this. I wasn't able to transition at home, so I had to wait til I moved out, meaning everyone from high school knew me as Lake, not Lane. She didn't follow me, probably thinking she was wrong. In some ways she was. Lake is dead. But I WAS Lake at one point.
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All Transphobia and dysphoria talk comes from experience. Not all Trans people have the same experience this is just mine. If you never experienced these things, I'm happy for you and I hope you never do. <3<3<3 and thanks for reading
"The road you follow doesn't have to be pavement."
