I opened my eyes to see Tristan Montgomery lying there next to me. I didn't exactly remember what had happened the night before, but all I could think about was that he wasn't supposed to be in my bed. He wasn't even supposed to be at my apartment, so why was he here? My head was spinning with so many questions that I couldn't answer. What happened last night? How did he get here? Then the memories were slowly coming back to me. Tristan and I did something that I never imagined would happen... We got drunk and did the deed. I gasped and sat up way too quickly, causing me to realize that I was wearing his shirt. Tristan looked up at me groogily.
"Who are you?" Tristan asked as he rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?"
"Tristan, it's me," I said. "We've been friends since we were in elementary school."
"I don't know a person named 'me,'" Tristan said.
"Casper," I said, "Casper Jones?"
"The dweeb who accidentally spilled hot soup on the teacher in the 2nd grade?" Tristan asked. That stung.
"I don't understand," I said. "What happened? Why are you like this?"
"Wait, did I just sleep with you?" Tristan asked, "Why would I sleep with a boy? Something isn't right here."
"Think about it," I said, "You're the one who forgot something so obvious." I wanted to scream, why did it feel like he just invalidated my existence? I don't understand, but maybe he was right with the whole 'Something isn't right here' nonsense. I mean, I may have grown up living as a boy, but it should've been obvious last night that I'm a woman. Then again, my name is Casper... But that's because my Mom wanted a boy so bad but couldn't have any more children after I was born due to unexpected developments that I was never told about.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tristan asked. I stood up and pulled his shirt up to tighten it around my now obvious curves. "Since when were you a girl?"
"Since I was born," I said, "But nobody bothered to care."
"But..." Tristan said, and then it seemed like his memory was returning to him, too. I messed up bad, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you even forgot that we were friends," I said.
"What do you mean by 'we were friends,' Casper?" Tristan asked, "Aren't we still friends?"
"No, not anymore," I said. "I'd rather die than be your friend now."
"What about if I made you my partner?" Tristan asked.
"Can't you just say 'girlfriend'? Wouldn't that be easier?" I asked.
"But don't other people think you're a boy?" Tristan asked.
"I don't talk to anyone I grew up with, aside from you, Tristan," I said. "And all the adults knew and thought it was weird but didn't tell me anything. I ended up finding out way too late; I was 16."
"And you didn't think to tell me about it?" Tristan asked.
"You were too focused on Samantha on the Cheerleading squad," I said, "But that's beside the point. What I was trying to say was that I had nobody I could talk to about this at the time."
"Can I ask you a question?" Tristan asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you take medications?" Tristan asked. I think I knew what he was trying to get at, but it was obvious that he didn't have the right to know.
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"I just don't want an accident," Tristan said.
"This relationship was an accident," I said.
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