Disclosure – Neighbor to The Right

So …

I had previously disclosed a few months ago to my neighbors that live to the immediate left of my house …

Who were super kewl upon acquiring the knowledge of my function,

Exceedingly kewl. 🙂 (The one guy I think is about my age, a bit younger. Went to Michigan too … likes video games, doesn’t have enough time to play them … and has similar interests as me in movies and sports. I interrupt him on occasion when he is trying to do yardwork because he’s a fun guy with whom just to gab. The other guy is just as much fun with whom to gab and he’s incredibly nice and outgoing … plus, he was sooooo sweet to Lei-lei when she was around … and, get this … he collects Hooter’s coupons for me !! He gave me four just the other day !! How kewl is that? :))

But,

I didn’t have any phreaking klue how my neighbor to the immediate right of my house would take to the information.

Though I knew him better already than I knew the guy that lived in the house before him …

And thought that my new neighbor he was an extremely kewl guy,

I wasn’t sure how he’d respond to the AmyNews.

So,

Doing what I do best …

I avoided telling him.

Which was really hard to do since the way our houses are positioned next to one other in such a way,

That without a fair amount of effort,

We are bound to run into one another …

And see each other,

Frequently.

Lately,

It got to the point that I would refrain from parking my car in the garage …

To minimize running into him when I was coming or going.

And if I parked in my garage,

I’d first check outside my house to make sure it was “safe” to leave …

Or do a drive-by past my house to make sure it was safe to make my return.

I had to do this each and every time I came home to or left my digs.

Yes,

It was simply nuts. 🙂

It was made all the worse because my neighbor to the immediate right of my house is an outdoors, yard-work, kinda guy …

Just like one of my neighbors to the immediate left of my house.

Yes kids …

It’s true,

The one chica that hates … HATES …. HATES …

Yardwork with a passion,

Has one guy on her left and one on her right as neighbors that have turned their residences into garden-like locales.

Both yards are phreaking beautiful.

And then there’s me …

The one that prefers to let my lawn die from insufficient h2o intake,

Rather than have to mow it.

I so belong in a condo ! 🙂

Either that or get a husband who is krazy about yardwork !!

Unfortunately,

He might just divorce me the first time he realizes that I was very serious when I told him …

I HATE yardwork !

Oh sure,

If he needs my help …

I’ll help.

It’s not my nature to not help …

However afterwards,

Once all the work is done …

If I deem that he really didn’t need my help with the yardwork,

That he just asked me to help because he didn’t feel like doing it all himself …

I’ll make his life miserable until I’m satisfied that he understands that in the future …

He ONLY, I mean ONLY …

Wants to ask me to help him with yardwork when he truly needs it. 🙂

(No, no, no … this doesn’t mean that I’ll withhold sex … why would I do that? That’d be punishing me too. No … I’ll just unleash a healthy dose of Amy-Sarcasti-tude. Understand the difference ?? Sex with me … good thing. Sarcasti-tude from me … bad thing. :))

Oh well,

I had meant to tell my neighbor before I had my boob job,

However,

I effectively avoided doing it …

And have thus spent the last month doing my little hide and seek routine.

Paying the price of avoidance,

I now had to tell someone …

Who had only known me as a boy,

Who didn’t know me that well, and

Who had no vested interest in remaining friends post-disclosure.

Oh yeah …

And as an older gentleman …

Late 50’s my guess,

I figured he might be less receptive to the information.

Second oh yeah …

I was going to be walking up to him as me …

Which would be the first time he would see me as such.

Nice Amy … nice.

See what avoidance gets you ??

Anyways …

Finding myself succumbing to peer pressure and planning on doing some yardwork this week,

I figured I had better tell him.

So late this afternoon …

I heard him outside,

And figured I had best just go do it …

So I did.

Hmmm …

I wonder what one says in such a situation?

Do I just walk up to him and say …

What?

I really didn’t know.

But I had about 15 seconds to come up with an answer.

I figured that he probably already knew …

‘Cause really,

How could he have not seen me at least a few times?

And …

If he hadn’t seen me,

Well,

Walking up to him with my hair down,

Amanda and Nicole present,

And just looking like I now look …

Meant that it made no sense to even attempt a thorough disclosure.

No …

If there were going to be more involved questions,

Well then,

It would only be after he got the scoop.

And he was going to have to get the scoop …

In one fell swoop.

So …

I walked out the back door to my house,

Headed over to his back yard where he was watering his plants,

And said …

“Hiddy-Ho Neighbor !”

Just kidding … I didn’t say that …

I was just seeing if you’re still paying attention. 🙂

Actually, I said …

“Hey Neighbor to My Immediate Right“.

He turned to looked at me.

“I’m your neighbor, Joe.”

Geezuz … note to self: Work on opening.

Why did I say that ??

I have no idea.

Seemed to make sense at the time, though who else would it be approaching him from that side of his house?

However,

If he didn’t immediately recognize me …

I didn’t want to dally around on it …

Nor allow for there to be any hesitation about knowing to whom he was twalking.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, as he stopped watering his plants.

Hmmmm, well …

May as well just jump right into it now.

I’m really not crazy about the language I’m about to use, but …

It seems that bluntness and directness to immediately convey the message makes more sense right now …

Than taking the necessary time to maintain linguistic integrity.

“I wanted you to know that I’m having a sex change, and that it’s just me you’ll be seeing over here.”

“I know.”

Hmmm … he seems to know a great deal ! 🙂

And, well, that answers that question.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier.”

“I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“Yeah, I was hesitant. I enjoy having you as a neighbor and well, it’s just not the easiest thing to bring up in a conversation.”

“Well, I’m still you’re neighbor,” he said with a nice, easy, friendly smile.

Hey … kewl ! 🙂

Then he continued, “How are you doing though. Are you feeling okay?”

We then proceeded to have a really good conversation.

During which …

He made some astute observations … “I assumed you put a great deal of thought into it before making the decision?”

Asked the expected type of questions … “Are you almost done with all your surgeries?”

And disclosed his own little surprise … instead of being the owner of his own businesses as I’ve know him to be since he’s been my neighbor, prior to that …

He was a social worker for 25 years,

And was originally from Ann Arbor.

Go Blue !!

He even gave me his home and mobile phone numbers and said to call if I found myself in need of assistance.

Yay !!!

No more sneaking back and forth to my car !!

Afterwards,

I asked him where he got some decorative rock that he had recently used in his yard … because I wanted to get some to match and use on my side of the drive.

He said he had a few bags left if I wanted them,

And when I asked how heavy they were (50 lbs a bag, too much to life post surgery still) …

He offered to bring them over to my driveway for me.

Later,

He followed up with a phone call offering to listen if I needed anyone to talk to from time to time.

Very nice. 🙂

Anyways …

I’ve got a little more refining in my post-transition disclosures,

But for my first such one,

I don’t think it went bad at all. 🙂

Now …

I just have to figure how …

How did he know? 🙂