The store clerk nervously replied,“You’re beautiful.”He then turned and walked off down the aisle. His loss, I thought to myself. I saw an older...guy, pushing an empty shopping cart down a nearby aisle. I lit out to try my luck with him. He was looking at some jellies and jams when I walked up and casually asked him to hand me a jar of jelly from the top shelf.Without so much as a brief momentary glance in my direction, he grabbed a jar of jelly from the top shelf, while asking, “This. I pushed her and I pushed her making her go up higher and higher. Eventually I could no longer push on her knees so I started jumping up and grabbing the edges of the swing. Because of my position she started spreading her legs so as not to kick me. That was when I saw Mom’s panties for the first time. They were thin and they were white. There was dark hair sticking out of the sides.Mom knew what I was able to see. She kept her legs spread wide for me for quite a while. When she had had enough. ”Elsa laughed, “Well, when you’re ready, we’ll help you get your rocks off.”I winced, “I walked into that one, didn’t I?” The pun would return frequently in our conversations for a long time after that, especially when either one of the girls were playing with my rocks.That afternoon we went to a matinee of a movie called The Martian. I liked it immensely. Further, I barely noticed the security detail that had followed us into the theater and spread themselves around to be sure we remained. ”“Zavier!”“What brings you here this evening?”“The speaker is my best friend.”“Awesome! Shanna’s pretty rad!”“Yeah! She is.”“So...Are you an ally?”“Ally of what?”“It’s a term we use in the community. It’s a straight or cisgender person who supports and respects the LGBTQ+ community.”“Oh, then that’s me. May I ask about you?”“Sure. I’m open. I’m a masuline-expressive, female-to-male transitioning, pansexual person. My pronouns are they, them, and their.”“Got it,” Zavier lied. “I should go say.