I didn't exactly have a farewell with Harmon, and I'm sure that surprised the neighbors who had lived near Magda and Alicia for years, but what can you expect? We just met a few weeks ago and he's still angry that my deciding to do what I want with this life has thrown a monkey wrench into his. But how long did someone his age think he was going to live rent-free with mommy, anyway?
I can't say I exactly traveled light moving to New York, but I did purge a fair amount by sending them to the original Magda in Austin. We're still kind of feeling each other out via Facebook Messenger right now, kind of unevenly, with her giving me pointers on how the various bits of her work go, although that's going to become a bit less relevant now that I'm at a different airport. I think we both kind of want to find some common ground in how we both wound up where we are because of a relationship, but we're also both looking at the others situation as being kind of weird.
Still, we're doing it, and I couldn't help but feel extremely excited when I got off the plane in New York. This want the life I'd originally planned, but even though I was going by Magda's name, I was starting to make her life my own. As I walked past the crowds and chaos of the airport, I started arriving the pros and cons of keeping this job in my head. As what is basically a retail job goes, it's not bad; there's a union and benefits and Magda has earned herself some seniority. But it's neither the specific job or the kind of job I spent for years in college for, and it's not one that has a lot of potential for advancement. But what else am I going to do? My Microsoft certifications are in someone else's hands, and I don't necessarily have a lot of my own skills with which to start over at this point in my new life.
But J.T. was home when I rang the bell, and he smiled when he got a look at me. The months as a woman and one as this one hasn't really given me the chance to figure out "subtle" yet, at least in terms of dressing, so I showed up at his apartments in jean shorts that, while tight, still go almost reach the knee, and an orange tank top that shows my boobs off with a pretty tight bra. And sandals, because I have been spending a lot of time in airports and know not to go in for a lot of strappy or knotty bullshit when flying by now.
"Hey," I say, "we're doing this."
"We are," he says, and pulls me into his apartment. It's been a few weeks, and our clothes are on the floor fast.
We spoon for a while, and then I get up, slipping on my panties and his t-shirt. I start walking around the place opening closet doors.
He looks up. "What're you doing?"
"Looking for a spot to put my clothes. Even if I were inclined to live out of a suitcase, this stuff wrinkles."
He got up and pulled some things out of the closet I was looking in. "I guess that'll do for now."
"Oh, that should be plenty. I don't have a whole lot more on the way."
"Yeah, but that'll go to your place, right?"
I stopped putting dresses on hangers. "What do you mean, 'my place'?"
"Just that, you know, I figured... at first... I mean, we've only been together a few months."
"Dude, it may only have been a few months, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty damn committed here! You can't tell me you haven't noticed the big white tits." I smiled while I said it, but I have to admit, I felt a tiny bit of panic. Were we coming into this with such different ideas? I know neither of us had really talked about forever or even really specifics, but, still...
"I know you are, I just... Look, I know we've got something really special here, but sometimes it's good to have your own space, you know? And if it doesn't work out, I mean, it's not like you haven't told new-Daryl that he can be you for good... Have you?"
"No, but the way I see it is, the very fact that he's planning to go back to the Inn next year means we can't afford to screw around... metaphorically." I smiled, hopefully wickedly. "We've got to be all-in. I didn't become Magda because I wanted to be a middle-aged white woman, or because I wanted to play the field. I did it so we can make sure that this, you and me, is gonna work. Should I bail now?"
"Oh, no. I just didn't really realize how, uh, intense this was gonna be."
"That's okay. And remember, intense isn't a bad thing--"
I grabbed his unit (confession: I bought something in a San Francisco sex shop so I could get used to the feeling of it in both my hands and pussy, though I haven't had the guts to put it in my mouth yet), which responded quickly, and we made it back to bed. He fell asleep after, and I went back to unpacking.
Still, I hope Pete texts me soon, given that it looks like he's coming back to New York. We might have stuff to talk about.
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