Finding Jamie or From Bad to Worse (Part 2 of 3)

I felt like the new girl, aside from Jamie, I was either the youngest in “transgender age” or I was the most ignorant on issues and thus the reason that in a lot of ways I felt like an outsider.

Basically I had been living mostly as a woman for 7 months and been on HRT for 3 months so really, I did not know what it meant to be transgender and I was still clueless about the community. And here I was, out with 2 transgender girls and what I figured for a gender-queer dude or dudette... dancing, drinking and celebrating life.

Oh and of course I was hoping to be hit on quickly and often, instead it was my friends being gifted the men’s attention. All the while Jamie and Marcie was being lovey-dovey, cuddling up, feeding each other food, having sex on the table in front of me…okay I made that up but my imagination said it was real so it was real.

An hour into the night at Town, I was dancing, alone, off in the middle of the dance floor with one drink in my hand cursing Jamie in my head. I glared over in the direction of their table and yes, Jamie had his tongue down Marcie’s throat…”Bitch.” I growled at same time waving back at them like I had just spotted my best friends ever and then I returned to dancing, admiring all the sexy men on the dance floor.

But when I spun back around in the direction of my friends I was shocked to find Jamie kissing Teri. Okay, wait, what? I knew my eyes weren’t as good as they used to be but did, I really just see what I thought I saw? “Am I already drunk?” I had to ask myself and forced myself to turn back toward the dance floor.

Yep, and my curiosity just couldn’t let it go. I was wondering if Jamie just ditched Marcie for Teri…(Okay a girl could dream) and I just had to take another peek but this time as I turned back I got to see something even more shocking, as in, Marcie in a passionate lip-lock session with, well Teri.

Let me fill you in on my state of mind at the time….I thought I lost my friend to Jamie…My girlfriends were getting hit on and I WAS NOT… I already felt like an outsider or “new girl” and now all THREE of my friends were alternating in what I perceived as separate make out sessions.

I think I finally had to blow a fuse, or maybe tripped a circuit breaker, who knows but I just needed a break. I stepped outside with the poisonous smokers to get a breath of not-so-clean air. “Damn, is this what transgender girls do, kiss everyone?” I guess you could say I was fuming but, not in the way you would think.

I could only manage being with the smokers for a few minutes and was about ready to go back inside when a cute, young girl stopped me. “Can I tell you something?” She asked.

“Sure, why not, I am not missing anything in there.” I responded.

“I think you are beautiful, really. I am sorry…” She began before she took a deep breath. “Just talking to you makes me nervous.” She smiled at me.

Okay, at least someone at the club noticed me, today wasn’t a complete wash. And the girl and I talked for a few minutes and of course I had to fess up about being straight but that I thought she was beautiful and if she had not been younger than my daughter she might have tempted me into being a lot less straight.

She kissed me on the cheek, “You really are very pretty.” And then excused herself back into the club.

I lingered back a few minutes, honestly I didn’t want to force our awkward conversation any longer and like the gods saw that I was beginning to feel down on myself gave me one last gift for the night. “Hey, I love that skirt.” A voice called from the downstairs parking lot.

I had to look down to make sure the person was speaking to me and not someone else and sure enough one of the drag queen performers was talking directly to me. “Well thank you, I picked it out of dancing.” I replied.

“And I like your moves too, you look very sexy out there.”

Wow, a club performer noticed me? Really?

But I was the straightest one of our group… really, the hard core-man worshiping Kendra was getting hit on by all the girls whilst my friends enjoyed, what they could live without, all the men’s advances.

“Maybe I have Lesbian written on my forehead or something.” I said but, in all honesty it was flattering all the same.

Everything was better, life was good again and I went back into the club with a little more pep in my step, I think I even danced better when I finally got back onto the floor.

On the way home I told my friends about my girl encounters and we had a nice little chuckle about the kissing going on behind my back.

I honestly do not know what remark Jamie through out there but I remember how meekly she followed it up with “just kidding.” And I thought to myself, aww that’s so cute, so adorable “Bitch.”

Okay so no, I didn’t think or say bitch, although at this stage of the game I didn’t want to like her, I already found her growing on me, ugh, really? Can’t I hate just one person? Do I have to be constantly happy, always dancing?

Fine, okay, Jamie is sweet but I was still thinking “She damn well better not hurt Marcie because then we have some serious problems.

“What time do you want us to come over next week?” Marcie said as I got out of the back seat of the car. “For the party, I thought we would come early and help you set up everything.”

“Help me…set up….??” Even my straight friends never asked that, not even friends that I had had for a couple of decades. Even Jamie, who was kind of pushed into hanging out with me was willing to help me with the party? My poor little brain kind of short-circuited. I mean what did I do to deserve that kind of kindness? “Any time really, we can have lunch after you get here too…Oh and I ordered a giant size poster of my driver’s license with the words ‘days of wild’ I really hope the party lives up to the title.”

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