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Before arriving at the restaurant my mother talked to me about what to do and say when we get there. She told me to no matter what agree with what my grandmother was saying because it didn’t actually matter and it would please her. I thought that sounded fair enough and agreed. We arrived at the restaurant where the date would be taking place. We approached the table where my grandmother sat and sat down. I made sure to keep my legs together when taking the seat in order to cover my area. We chatted for a while talking about random things, everything went smoothly until my grandmother brought up the inheritance.

“So Emily” she says, changing the topic. “ You know that you’ve always been my favorite granddaughter” she says looking over at me. I nod my head. “Well I was thinking that when I’m gone, you not business take my inheritance funds, but you also take over my business.” She says fondly. You see the problem is, my grandmother got her money from her business, that business being PRADA a designer female fashion brand.

“Oh grandma, that’s such an amazing gift but I’d have to decline. It wouldn’t be fair for everyone else in the family if I got the inheritance AND the business.” I say trying to be polite.

“Oh nonsense, your too polite. Besides the business has to come with the inheritance.” She says smiling innocently.

My heart drops, all of this work would have been for nothing. All of the pain, embarrassment, agony. For nothing. I had to accept the business offer, I couldn’t live with myself if I had done all of this for nothing. But that means I’d have to stay a girl forever, because at that point my extended family would have figured out that I had transitioned to being a girl. I started to panic, I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I could live without being as feminine, I try to convince myself. I sat there not knowing what to do.

“Okay, I’ll accept” I say quietly. Looking down at my hands, I start picking at my fingers overwhelmed with stress.

“Wonderful, just wonderful!” She says back. And at that the date was over, my grandmother got up from the table, said her goodbyes and left. I was still paralyzed after what had just happened.

To be continued…

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Before arriving at the restaurant my mother talked to me about what to do and say when we get there. She told me to no matter what agree with what my grandmother was saying because it didn’t actually matter and it would please her. I thought that sounded fair enough and agreed. We arrived at the restaurant where the date would be taking place. We approached the table where my grandmother sat and sat down. I made sure to keep my legs together when taking the seat in order to cover my area. We chatted for a while talking about random things, everything went smoothly until my grandmother brought up the inheritance.

“So Emily” she says, changing the topic. “ You know that you’ve always been my favorite granddaughter” she says looking over at me. I nod my head. “Well I was thinking that when I’m gone, you not business take my inheritance funds, but you also take over my business.” She says fondly. You see the problem is, my grandmother got her money from her business, that business being PRADA a designer female fashion brand.

“Oh grandma, that’s such an amazing gift but I’d have to decline. It wouldn’t be fair for everyone else in the family if I got the inheritance AND the business.” I say trying to be polite.

“Oh nonsense, your too polite. Besides the business has to come with the inheritance.” She says smiling innocently.

My heart drops, all of this work would have been for nothing. All of the pain, embarrassment, agony. For nothing. I had to accept the business offer, I couldn’t live with myself if I had done all of this for nothing. But that means I’d have to stay a girl forever, because at that point my extended family would have figured out that I had transitioned to being a girl. I started to panic, I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I could live without being as feminine, I try to convince myself. I sat there not knowing what to do.

“Okay, I’ll accept” I say quietly. Looking down at my hands, I start picking at my fingers overwhelmed with stress.

“Wonderful, just wonderful!” She says back. And at that the date was over, my grandmother got up from the table, said her goodbyes and left. I was still paralyzed after what had just happened.

To be continued…