No Going Back

Five years! Five damn years I've been searching for this thing and now it just shows up in the back of my closet. 

Like it's just an ordinary necklace. 

Like it didn't turn me into a girl, turn my life upside down then vanish into thin air. 

It took me years to adjust to this new me.

Changing genders changed so much in my life, not just the obvious stuff like how I dressed and which bathroom I used  but my whole reality. 

I dropped out of college to work at a beauty salon. My best friend is Tina, the girl I had a crush on in school and I'm dating her brother!

Me, dating a guy! 

I was the model of a macho meathead jock. I'd never have looked twice at another man and here I am letting a guy feel up my tits and whisper filthy sweet nothings in my ear. 

Maybe if I'd found it sooner, even just six months ago, before I finally gave in and let Chet fuck me for the first time things would be different. As it is I don't think I could face going back to who I was. If the necklace is still here in the morning I'll take it and throw it in the river but something tells be I won't have to bother. It'll most likely be gone again just as magically as it appeared in the first place.