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My gf and I met in 6th grade. We went to the same middle/high school and the same church, and we came to the same university. We were sorta acquaintances and always meant to hang out but it never happened. I had a lowkey crush on her in high school but nothing ever came outta that.
Anyway in sophomore year I came out as gay (lol) and one random Friday night that next summer I ate a shit ton of molly and ran into her at a queer party. I told her I was gay and she was like "uh sure whatever you say buddy" and anyway we hit it off and started hanging out like every day. I caught a case of the feels and pushed her away about a month or two later, but not before she got me to admit I'm not really gay.
So then around Christmas I put things together and realized that I'm trans and flung myself into therapy ASAP because I wanted to get on hormones as soon as humanly possible. So come February or March or something I'm feeling like I need to come out to someone, and I'm thinking about it and I remember that she's super cool with queerness and stuff and would for sure be okay with it.
So I came out to her one night sitting together on a log on the beach, and she took me back home to my apartment and we swapped clothes and she took a bunch of pictures of me looking goofy with my boy haircut and her pink pants but smiling ear to ear. We cuddled for a bit and fell asleep together and then we did the same thing the night after and the next night too and well one thing led to another and we've been dating for over a year and a half now.
