A Coming Out Story
The team was recently summoned to the conference room for a quick meeting. Everybody was apprehensive. When we looked around the room, one of our senior technicians was missing. Was he fired? Did he suffer a stroke? Did he elope to vegas? Such were the questions dancing in our heads. Finally, the big boss cleared his throat and spilled the beans. The team member who wasn’t in the room could no longer maintain the facade any longer. He would be undergoing a gender change.
It was a big surprise to me. The first thing that came to my mind was, why? He’s 6’1″, muscular, and good-looking with curly hair. He’s also smart and looks even smarter with those black-rimmed glasses. There’s no way he’d look like a woman. It’d be a disgrace to womanhood and depressing to women who harbor a secret crush on him.
He didn’t report for work on that day. He must have been advised to call-in sick. But the following day, he came to the office. I found him in the bathroom. I stood before the urinal next to the one he was occupying and mumbled a lame greeting. For one reason, I couldn’t look at him in the eye the way I used to. I looked straight up and unzipped my pants to relieve myself. But nothing would come out at first. I guess little mikey was intimidated by his presence.
Should he use the men’s or women’s bathroom to take care of business? That was the question on everybody’s mind that nobody would dare to ask. Considering all the legal ramifications, management later decided that he should have his own bathroom, the one close to the library.
What excitement his sudden change of status brought to the team! The meetings that he chairs become full. I myself don’t get sleepy in those meetings anymore. Fellow attendees seem very attentive to whatever he says. But I can only surmise where their real interests really lie.
It appears that the sex-change operation won’t happen right away, though. At his doctor’s suggestion, he has started dressing like a woman. He wears makeup, manicures his nails, and got himself a blonde wig. He’s supposed to do this for a year to challenge his resolve. The doctor has also suggested that he visits his mother in New Jersey soon but not before she passes a complete medical checkup.
I see that little by little, he’s getting accustomed to his new persona. Ditto to the rest of the team.
Still I hope he wouldn’t mind if I suggest a couple of things:
1. He has to suppress his laughter because he sounds like james earl jones, the guy who provided the voice of Darth Vader in Star Wars.
2. He needs to learn to keep his knees together while sitting. Otherwise, we’d see everything that we’d rather not see. Who wants to know if he has already donated his boxer shorts collection to the Salvation Army and changed it to something more delicate? I, for one, don’t.
After the initial shock has faded, I have come to truly admire his courage for overcoming his fears and getting out of the closet. As Shakespeare once said, “…to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.”
More power to you, John …er, Jen!