I Will never forget the first trans girly i met
For the sake of this story, I’m going to tell it from the perspective I had when I was younger.
When I was in elementary school, there was a kid in the grade above me named Dorian. Dorian played with dolls, and if I remember correctly, they carried a Barbie rolling backpack to school. I was probably in kindergarten or first grade at the time. My older sister was in Dorian’s class, which is why I still remember their name so clearly.
Back then, Dorian was just another kid to everyone else, but to me, there was something different about them. I admired their confidence, even if I didn’t fully understand why at the time. They hung out with all the girls the same way I secretly wished I could.
At home, my sister and her friends would sometimes “force” me to wear makeup for fun, but honestly, I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of it. Any time the girls included me, I was thrilled.
After a year or two, we moved schools, but I always remembered Dorian.
Years later, my sister told me that Dorian had transitioned. Honestly, it wasn’t surprising at all. Hearing that filled me with warmth because it meant she had embraced her true self.
I’ve been thinking about Dorian a lot lately. I still haven’t come out to my family, and if I’m being real, I only recently fully realized that I’m trans myself. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t envious of her courage. Dorian took that leap from day one, while I’m only now beginning to understand myself.
Dorian, if you ever see this: you’re a queen and an inspiration to me. We barely knew each other, but you’ve helped me through so much introspection without even realizing it.