High School Reunion

Hello, my loyal fans! It's been a while, I know. The last six months of 2018 have been quite busy on my part. I've had this one sitting around in my files for a couple of months, and just got around to finishing it up finally. I think you will enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am also working on a holiday story...little late on it, since I originally wanted to have it out by Christmas but, like I said...I've been a bit busy. It will be out late this week (before New Years) hopefully.

In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this one. Feel free to leave comments, as always.

Whiskey

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CLASS OF 2007 REUNION!!

Yay...who fucking cares, right?

I hardly did. So why was I even here then? Well, there was a pretty decent reason. See, when I graduated high school, I told myself that I would never bother with this stupid fucking reunion thing. I had accomplished nothing in the four years I spent at that school, except being bullied, pushed around and treated like trash on a regular basis, for four years straight...I never wanted to see any of those people again, as long as I lived. But, as the years went by, I started getting...curious.

What happened to all the popular kids, that always pushed me around in the hallways and called me names, the slutty girls that rejected me because I wasn't cool enough? Did they go on to become as successful as they expected to become? Or had they turned out to be ugly and pregnant before twenty-five, married to their former football-playing husbands, who walked around with big fat beer bellies? I honestly had to know.

See, because I had actually turned out quite successful myself, and everyone had always told me that I would never amount to shit.

If they only knew how wrong they were.

Ten years later, and I had a great career working in web design, running several different websites for different clients and making a pretty decent amount of money from it, too.

It was something to brag about.

I decided to go to this stupid reunion, so I could see how shitty everyone's lives had turned out, and maybe rub in their faces that I had actually proven them all wrong; I actually added up to something.

The second I walked through those double doors though, I regretted having come to this reunion. As soon as I saw Tracey Smith standing in front of the entrance to the old gymnasium, my heart sunk and I wanted to turn and walk right back out the door. She looked no different than I remembered. Not fat or ugly, if anything, she looked like she had gotten even hotter over time.

I sucked it up though, determined to press on...I didn't HAVE to talk to Tracey, right? Apparently, I did, if I wanted to get access to the reunion. She was in charge of checking people in!

"Hi," she said, in that same bubbly, overly cheerful voice that I remembered from all those years ago. "Welcome to the reunion! If you could just write your name here in this book, please?"

"Uh...s-sure," I said, taking the book from her and scribbling down my name. I handed it back to her and she smiled.

"Great, thank you, Jimmy...Walters?"

She looked up at me, her face now covered in shock, as if she had seen a ghost or something; she hardly even recognized me. I understood since I had changed in appearances, just as much as I had with personality and my self-esteem. I smiled, as she sized me up and I could almost see a hint of lust in her eyes.

"Oh my god," she said, breathless.

"I-I can't believe it's you!"

"Long time no see, huh?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "H-How have you been?"

"I'm doing good, really. Working in graphic designs, got my own house, I'm living the life...how are you and David?"

David had been Tracey's boyfriend back in high school, and of course, one of the biggest jocks around back then...and one of my worst enemies, because he knew how much I liked Tracey. Her face seemed to sink for a moment when I mentioned David, and I figured they were probably a thing of the past by her expression. "David and I broke up a few years ago," she admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It was a long time coming," she smiled. "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"I-I mean...are you...seeing anyone?"

Oh, this was fucking priceless!

If you had told a high school version of me that in ten years, Tracey Smith would be drooling over me like this? I would have laughed my ass off in your face, and walked away from you.

I smiled. "Here's my number," I replied, simply, handing her a business card. Tracey smiled back at me and slipped the car into her purse, as I brushed right past her and into the gymnasium. This was going great so far; I wondered who else, I might run into.

Inside the gym room, I found myself surrounded by old familiar faces and faces that I hardly recognized. There was Max Tyler and his twin brother, Mark. They were the two weirdo's back in the day, that nobody really hated but, they certainly didn't spend a lot of time hanging out with any of the cool people either.

Then there were the jocks; all of which, looked no different then they did ten years earlier. Still buff, masculine, tough looking as hell and probably super fucking successful in life...ah well, who cared, right? I was successful too. Hell, I'd just succeeded in shocking the hell out of Tracey Smith and giving her my phone number in the process, that was an accomplishment in itself.

Nobody seemed to recognize me, though I didn't exactly go out of my way, to try and start a conversation with anyone. I grabbed a beer, since they were free, and took a seat on a bleacher and just sat there, watching everyone else converse and reflecting on the past ten years of my life.

I took a sip of my beer and as I did, I looked up and noticed a tall woman, with shoulder length black hair and red streaks running through it, approaching from the other side of the room. At first, I wasn't totally sure if she was actually coming towards me...the closer she got though, the more convinced I became, that she was walking right in my direction. I didn't recognize her though, so I wasn't sure who she was or what she was going to say.

She stopped right in front of me, smiling and leaning in close as if to get a better look at me. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight black jeans, with a studded belt and a black shirt, tattoo's up and down her arms and a lip piercing to accompany her goth/rocker chick style. "Jimmy Walters?" She asked, outright.

"Uh, yeah...that's me," I replied, still unsure of who she was.

"Oh wow, I knew it was you!"

At that point, I noticed another woman coming up behind the first one, dressed similarly. Unlike the first woman though, this one had shorter black hair and was wearing a bandana. She had the same rock chick kind of style going and looked a bit more badass than her friend. The long-haired girl turned around and looked at her friend as she stepped up and threw her arms up.

"It is him," she exclaimed. "I told you, it was him!"

The other girl looked past her and right at me, sizing me up for a moment, and then laughing, as her face seemed just as shocked as Tracey's had looked.

"Wow, holy shit you changed!"

"I-I'm sorry," I said, standing up now. "Who are you two?"

"Right," the short-haired girl laughed. "You wouldn't remember us since we've changed quite a bit in the last ten years ourselves."

"I'm Claire," said the woman who had approached me first.

"And this is Jackie."

I looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment, and shrugged, still unable to figure out exactly who they were. Jackie nudged Claire and sighed, shaking her head.

"He didn't know us by those names back then, remember?"

"Ugh, right, of course," Claire sighed.

"You probably would remember us by the names Chris and Ryan?"

My heart sunk immediately.

Ryan Welsh and Christopher Willits...yeah...I remembered both of them, though I truly wished that I did not. Ryan and Chris had been the two biggest football stars at our school, the most popular guys in the hallways, and my two biggest bullies ever. They were the best of the best to some, and the worst of the worst, to me. Every chance they got to make my life a living hell, they took it and if they couldn't fuck with me, they were miserable.

Every name imaginable had been hurled at me, every form of torture you can think of was used to torment me.

I was shoved into lockers, pushed down in the middle of the hallways, my books knocked out of my hands, given endless amounts of swirlies and wedgies, and so much more...

This didn't make any sense though.

Ryan and Chris obviously were boys, hence the names. Yet, I wasn't looking at two grown men here...I was looking at two admittedly, very beautiful women. How the hell could either of these two sexy ladies, possibly be Ryan and Chris?

"I think we owe an explanation," Claire spoke after a moment.

"And a couple hundred apologies, too."

"W-What?"

"For everything we did to you," Jackie chimed in.

"We were fucked up," Claire said quickly. "The way we treated you back then, it was terrible and we both realize that now. We never thought we'd have the chance to actually apologize to you...is there any way you'd be willing to meet with us and maybe have a few drinks, so we could explain things better?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

This had to be some sort of a sick, fucked up joke. First, I find out that SOMEHOW, my two former biggest bullies have become beautiful women. Then, they drop the whole "We're sorry, we were bad people" bomb on me, and expect me to hang out with them and just let the past be the past?

This was too much to register, and I was starting to feel a little anxious.

"I-I need to get out of here," I said, grabbing my jacket from the bleachers and slipping into it.

"W-Wait," Claire said, grabbing my arm and stopping me.

"Please, just...here...let me give you my number?"

Jackie handed her a pen and piece of paper, and Claire quickly jotted down a phone number, slipping the paper into my pocket and smiling at me. "You don't have to call," she said.

"But, at least consider it, okay?"

I just looked at her for a moment, before pulling away and starting towards the nearest exit as quickly as I could move. I didn't look back at either of them, fighting the urge to vomit from my growing anxiety, as I flung open the door and rushed out into the parking lot towards my car.

I got home that night and could not sleep for the life of me.

All I could think about was what had happened at that stupid reunion...Chris and Ryan...they were women now? Who the hell would have EVER seen something like THAT coming?

Were they like, transsexuals, or something?

Furthermore, had they actually been serious when they said they wanted to apologize to me, for all the shit they had done?

My mind was chaotic and I could not stop it from running wild. I paced my apartment floor for what felt like forever, before cracking open a beer...followed by a second...then a third, and fourth, and before I knew it, I was passed out drunk by three in the morning.

When I woke the next day, it was nearly twelve o'clock in the afternoon. My head was sore and my mouth was dry, as my memories from the night before came rushing back to me. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that Claire...no...Chris, had given to me, with his phone number.

I took a deep breath and sighed, reaching for my cell...I was going to accept their offer to hang out and have drinks.

I needed some answers here. I was curious, and I wanted to know how this massive change in their lives had occurred, and if they really were truly sorry for all the torture they had inflicted upon me. I dialed the number and it rang three or four times before the familiar voice of Claire answered me.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi, uh...Claire?"

"Who's calling?"

"It's Jimmy."

"Oh..."

She sounded truly surprised, and there was a moment of dead silence on the line, that lasted just long enough to make me wonder if we were even still connected. "Hello?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm here. I'm glad you called."

"Right," I said, with a light sigh. "Listen, uh...if it's okay with you, I think I'd like to take you and...Jackie up on those drinks."

"Really? That's great, we'd love that!"

Her enthusiasm was surprising. We talked for a couple of minutes and agreed to meet up that night, around seven thirty at a bar down Center City. Claire promised to explain everything that had happened with her and Jackie, in the last ten years.

I was anxious to hear the story, I will admit it.

So when I showed up at the bar that night, I found Claire and Jackie waiting for me right outside at the front door. They watched me pull up and park, and walk right up to them once I got out of the car. They both smiled as I approached, and I did my best to put on my own fake smile; it wasn't easy.

"Drinks are on us," Jackie stated, as we entered the bar.

"We owe you, after all the shit we put you through."

I wasn't exactly sure free drinks would cover all the emotional damages that had been done, from the bullying they had inflicted upon me...but, it was a start, I suppose.

"Thanks," I said, as we took a seat in the back of the bar.

Jackie ordered us a round of beers and some shots, and after looking over a menu, we ordered some food too. Once our orders had been placed, the three of us just sat in silence for what felt like an eternity; it was quite awkward, really. I could tell that Claire and Jackie had no idea what to say, or where to even begin...I understood how that felt, I was in the same boat.

It was me who broke the silence first, though.

"So," I said, clearing my throat. "Um...y-you've both changed."

"Right," Jackie chuckled. "That's an understatement."

Claire smiled and spoke up. "I'm sure by now you're wondering...what the fuck happened to us, right?"

"That's also an understatement," I laughed nervously.

"Well, to be short," Claire sighed.

"We've always been this way; both of us."

Claire went on to explain to me, that she and Jackie had both known from the time they were kids, that they were supposed to be girls; born in the wrong bodies. In high school, they kept these emotions a complete secret from everyone, even each other, despite being the best of friends. It wasn't until midway through high school, that they opened up to each other about it.

That's when they started exploring.

Claire, or Chris back then, would go to Ryan's house on the weekends and when his parents were out, they would steal Ryan's sister's clothes and try them on together...that's how it all started. It quickly spiraled from there though, and before long, the two were actually having sex with each other. Initially, they both thought they were gay; it goes without saying, why they would have needed to keep that a complete secret. If anyone at the school found out that the two biggest football players were screwing each other, it would have destroyed their reputations forever...can't have that happening.

After graduating from high school, they moved in together and started living the way they wanted...as women. Jackie claimed that the reason they had both been so cruel towards me in high school, was because deep down inside, they were suffering because they had to keep this part of themselves locked away.

They were both going through their own personal hell, and needed someone to take that anger out on; and that someone wound up being me.

"I'm not saying we were right," Jackie said.

"We shouldn't have taken it out on you. It was wrong of us to do that, Jimmy, and I hope you understand, we really are sorry..."

I sighed, taking a small sip of my beer and trying to process everything they had just explained to me. It certainly did NOT excuse any of the shit that they put me through, back then. Just because they had been unable to accept who they were, did not give them the right to treat anyone like shit...whether it was me or somebody else.

However...

I couldn't help but feel bad for them both.

"So, all that time," I said, after a moment. "You were both hiding this huge part of your lives, from everyone you knew...not even your families knew?"

"Hell no," Claire laughed. "My dad would have killed me if he knew I was dressing up as a girl, or hooking up with a guy for that matter."

"It would have been the same for me," said Jackie.

"My dad was ex-military, hardcore when it came to discipline, and if he knew half the shit I was into? I would have been a dead man, for sure."

"That's fucked up though," I said bluntly. "I mean, there's no reason you should have to hide who you are and torture yourselves like that. I've never understood why shit works that way in this world, it's the twenty-first century."

Claire smiled, raising her glass to salute me. I raised my glass and so did Jackie, and all three of us took a big swig at the same time.

"In all seriousness though," I said, with a heavy sigh.

"I can tell you're both genuinely sorry. I never thought I would live to see the day when you would both change that much...and apologizing to me? I never thought that would happen, period. It's just a lot for me to take in."

"That's understandable," Claire nodded.

"We're not the same guys we used to be; we're not exactly guys anymore, at all, really," she laughed.

"So, if you don't mind me asking...like...have you both had the surgery? Like...do you still have your-"

"Our manly bits?" Jackie asked, with a grin.

I chuckled, and she nodded, confirming my suspicions.

"We've had a few different minor surgeries but, not the main dish...to be honest, that's something we're probably going to avoid."

"Oh...really?"

"I like my cock," Claire announced proudly, with a big grin.

"And I like my cock too; and Claires!"

I couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol but, I was actually feeling ridiculously comfortable with these two now, compared to how I felt around them in high school, or even at the reunion just last night. Claire told me that she and Jackie had officially been a couple for thirteen years, since their junior year of high school. They had been out of the closet and living as women for the last ten years, and could not be happier.

"What about you, though?" Jackie asked, as she threw back a shot of Fireball and set the glass down on the table.

"Me?"

"You've changed a lot too," Claire said. "You don't look like that dorky kid that we used to know, ten years ago. And you got yourself a damn good career, from what I heard!"

"Who told you that?"

"Tracey Smith," Jackie giggled. "She was the one who pointed you out to us after you got done talking to her...she was in so much shock at how much you changed, she couldn't keep it to herself."

"So, Tracey knows about you two?"

"Oh, of course," Claire nodded quickly. "Tracey is like our best friend now! She's been SO supportive of us both, throughout the last ten years, we owe her our lives really."

"So, are you seeing anyone?" Jackie asked as Claire finished.

"Well, you're straightforward, aren't you?"

Both girls giggled. It felt strange still, to think of them as girls, with the memories that I had of them both back in school. I shrugged that off though, wondering now, why Jackie might even be asking me such a question; I was sure it was just small talk. "Not at the moment," I shook my head.

"But, you have been seeing people in the past?"

"A couple," I nodded slowly. "It's been a while though."

"Awww, shit," Jackie laughed.

"Jimmy boy's all grown up now, getting laid and stuff!"

"I never said that," I blushed.

"But, it's true, right?"

I blushed even harder, looking down at my drink and staying silent. I could feel Claire and Jackie both staring at me, waiting for me to say something...I didn't speak a word though, and they must have gotten the point and realized why.