Stalking

A man?

Harley is a man?

Is this some sort of joke?

I sit in my car as Andrew drives me home and stare out the window as I try to process all of this.

It must be some kind of prank.

No way.

This is my punishment.

A fucking man!

I have my life planned out. I was going to find her; I was going to give her everything she wants. I was going to give her a family, a life, I was going to make her happy. I can't do that if she is a man now. Does this even make sense? There was a pull, an attraction at the club. I could only focus on him, and I had half a mind to look for him. I wanted to find him and take him home with me. At the end of the day, he is still the same person. I felt it, my lost soul, inside him. She--he still has it.

"Fuck,'' I exclaim as I cover my face with my hands.

"You okay baby?" Bailey slides closer to me. She reeks of alcohol. I wish she wasn't in this car with me right now. I would rather be alone. I shift in my seat as I try to get away from her.