Gurl Next Door by Madison McCall (read the beginning after the end novel .txt) 📗

Looking at me as though I were out of my mind she asked, “Are you out of your mind?”

“No, it’s like the new thing, and I think it truly applies to me in my situation.”

“Dana, you and I both know that’s a bunch of shit ….”

“Language,” I fired back at her.

“Who you choose to date is your business, but you’re a biological female.  End of story.  Young lady.”

After a few moments of silence, she said, “And what you’re trying to say is that you’re non-binary, not pansexual, there’s a difference.”

“Sorry mom, I’m kind of new to all this.  By the way, how are you so well versed on all this?”

Chuckling she said, “The last place I worked required us to take training on gender identity, so if you need to know anything it then I’m your gal.”

“Cool.  But, are you straight or pansexual?” I asked, which mom did not think was as funny as I did.

Chapter 12

It was noon the following day, Tuesday, and mom was off to work.  She was feeling a little better about leaving me alone though still concerned, considering what had happened to me.  However, she couldn’t stay home forever so it was off to work she went.  I had to admit that I was growing more comfortable with the new Dana and was totally okay having some me time.

So, as mom’s car sailed down the driveway toward the main road, I closed the door and started toward the kitchen, thinking about what to have for lunch, and before I got there my phone dinged.  Checking it I was that I had received a message from Midwestern Central State with the subject line reading Application for Admission.

Well, this was it.  Did I get in or not?  The moment of truth was at hand, so I opened my email app, tapped the message and began to read.

I WAS IN!  Woo hoo!

Right about that time the doorbell rang, and I headed towards the door to see who was here.  As I opened the door, there stood Cole Murray who I’d met at the courthouse a couple of days ago.  Standing there looking at him I now saw him in a light that I hadn’t before, and for the first time noticed how good looking he was, a reaction I was not expecting.

“Hi Dana, I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time?”

“Not at all, what can I do for you?”

“I went to start my car and it looks like the battery is dead, and I was wondering if you could help me jump start my car.”

“I’ll be glad to.”

“Oh, and to you have any jumper cables?  I lent my pair to a friend and he never returned them.”

“You bet.  Let me put on some shoes and grab my purse and keys,” I said.

After gathering my stuff, I closed the door to the house, locked it, and Cole and I walked down the front steps to my SUV and got in.  I’d not driven my car since my transition, so I had to adjust my seat and mirrors to accommodate my new height and size, but before we knew it we were on our way next door.

Arriving at his home he pointed out his sports car to me, which was a little red European job that I knew cost a pretty penny, and in every sense of the word it was a pussy magnet.

I positioned the front left of my car as close as I could to the front left of his car where he said his car battery was located, popped my hood, got out, opened my rear hatch and got out my jumper cables.  Walking back around to the front of my SUV I said to him, “Pop your hood.”

Now, with both hoods up I started connecting the cables between his car and mine and as I did, he asked, “Do you need any help?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I’ve got it.”

With all the cables property connected I said, “Try it now.”

He got in his car, turned the key, and it fired right up.

“Awesome,” he said, and then getting out of his car he exclaimed, “And by the way, you seem to know you way around under the hood.”

His comment did not surprise me completely because it’s not every day that you see a girl working on a car while wearing a summer dress, like the yellow floral print I had on that morning.  When mom took me shopping the day before she insisted I get it because she said it looked good on me, but personally I thought it was a little short with the way it only went halfway down to my knees.  I was also not used to wearing clothing that was strapless, and despite the fact that I had a strapless bra on I was still worried my titties were going to pop out.

“It’s no big deal,” I said, “Just something I learned in the Army,” and I then began to disconnect the jumper cables between the two cars.

“I definitely owe you,” he said.

“You don’t owe me anything, that’s what neighbors are for,” I said as I threw the cables into the back of my SUV.

I then walked back around to the front of my SUV and stood on my tiptoes, just barely reaching the top of the hood so I could close it, but then Cole reached up and pulled it down for me and I slammed it shut.

“Thanks,” I said.

“By the way, did you ever get with my dad to find out that information you were looking for?” he asked.

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I found out what I needed from my mom’s closing statement, so I’m good to go, but thanks for asking.”

“Are you still thinking about going to school?” he asked.

“I just got accepted to Midwestern Central State,” I said cheerfully.

“That’s great.  Did I tell you that’s where I went?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I don’t think you did,