Becoming Jay

Jay wishes he was a "normal" boy, but he's not. Most boys aren't born in a girl's body. When Jay decides to move forward with his identity, the first person he tells is Samantha, his long time friend and crush. What difficulties will Jay and Sam encounter? Will Jay ever be Jay? And will he and Sam have a happy ever after?

PS This story is about something serious, and being transgender isn't a joke. If you don't like people being trans*, keep it to yourself. It's a real feeling, so don't be a douche about it.


1. Comin' out of my cage, I've been doin' just fine

Jay sat down on the cold stone steps. He held his head in his hands, wanting to scream so loudly that he would go deaf. And yet his silence was his loudest scream. Sam sat down beside him, putting her arm around his shoulders.
"What is it?" she asked. Samantha always had and always would stand by her friends. But this friend had always been more to Sam. She always had feelings that she hadn't had for anyone else. She always imagined kisses that would never happen between them. I love you's exchanged in each other's arms. Her heart skipped a beat when they got serious.
"Sammy," Jay started. "You're my friend, and you'll always be my friend, right?" He looked at her seriously. His eyes were glassy, and her's were concerned. 
"Of course, you'll always be my friend. You're like a sister to me, Jessie," Sam said. There it was, Jay thought. Sister. Exactly what he wasn't. 
"Samantha, I'm a boy," Jay said quickly. Sam looked at him, contemplating her next words carefully.
"How long have you known?" she asked. 
"Longer than I care to admit," Jay said. "I've been waiting for the right time to tell you, the right time to move forward with this. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Sam took Jay's. He had warm hands, like heaters, and they were hard from his guitar strings and metalwork classes. Jay squeezed her hand, as if to make sure she was real, still with him. His heart was screaming let go of her hand before I explode! He never wanted to let her hand go. 
"Hun, you're still my friend, you're still my brother. I'll do whatever I have to do to help you. What do you want me to call you, what do you want me to do for you, what do you need, I'll do anything, okay? As long as you're happy." Sam smiled at him. Her brother. Jay smiled back. 
"There's one thing you can do right now," he said, smiling his charming half smile. Sam's heart skipped a beat. That smile got her every time. 
"What?" she asked. His smiled widened. His heart beat raced in anticipation of what he was about to do. It was a big step. A leap. But it was worth a shot. Anything was worth a shot with Sam. 
"Close your eyes," he said. He was still holding her hands. Her hands felt so small in his. Sam closed her eyes, biting her lip nervously. "Stop biting your lip, you nin," Jay said, laughing. She always did it when she was nervous. Jay was nervous too. He closed his own eyes, leaned in, and kissed her. Sam's lips were warm beneath his, and he could feel her lipstick smudging onto his lips. At first, it was tense, but they both quickly relaxed. Jay let go of her hands, putting them around her waist. Sam put her hands on his neck, running her hands through his short brown hair. After what seemed like an age, the pulled away from each other, smiling and breathless. 
"Well," Sam said, panting slightly. "That was a major plot twist." Jay looked at her lovingly. He loved everything about Sam, her bright red hair, her deep green eyes, the way she talked, the way she walked, her everything. She was his version of perfect. 
"D'you wanna go on a date tonight?" Jay asked, his heart thudding out of his chest. He ran a hand through his thick, short brown hair, still slightly breathless. 
"Where?" she asked, smiling. Jay's sea blue eyes lit up with happiness. The were sitting so close that Jay could count the freckles on Sam's face, and Sam could see the different shades of brown in Jay's fringe. 
"My house at eight," Jay said, doing his charming half-smile. "We'll order pizza and watch a movie and talk."
"And make out?" Sam laughed. 
"Of course," Jay said, stealing a sly kiss. Jay stood up, taking Sam's hand, and lightly kissing it. "Until then, m'lady, I must study mathematics in the library." Sam suddenly remembered they were in school, sitting on the steps down to the rugby fields. 
"Until then, good sir," she said, as she watched Jay walk off with a pep in his step. 

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