"I'm sorry, you what?" My best friend, Michael, nearly had an aneurysm when I told him about V and how I had met him.
"Stop... People are going to stare." I nudged him as we walked through the clothing store.
Michael had recently transitioned. He had been nervous to tell me because we had known each other since we were children, but all I had done was support him. I always knew, but he thought I hadn't noticed. We actually had a good laugh about it afterwards because it hadn't shocked me. I told him that I loved him no matter what. It didn't matter what he looked like on the outside. He was still my best friend for life. I went through the hormone therapy with him and comforted him after all the surgeries. The only thing it did was make me appreciate the strength he had to undergo so muc
