I dated this girl for five years. Her name was Sheila and she was fantastic. She had really great sweaters and the best shoes ever. They were high tops and kind of white. They had a velcro strip on top of the laces that made them extra snug. They were so snug! Those things were never coming off, even if she was being chased by something in a rain storm.
Sheila and I did everything together. We rode tandem bikes through the park and on the streets. We ate new, gross foods like caviar and snow cones. We watched all sorts of movies. And we made beaded key chains. My favorite was the In ‘Plane’ Sight one because it was always uplifting.
Sheila was the perfect lady for me. She was in all my fantasies and dreams. I fit into all her clothes and she let me wear those super snug shoes if she was happy. She made me happy everyday.
But October 12 was not a good day. Sheila told me a secret.
She was not really Sheila. She was not even a she. She was a fake she.
She was really a he.
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