The Whore
a short story
The Whore
by Ophelia Everfall
She’d wanted a friend.
That’s all Bella ever really hoped for. She was a trans woman that made the choice to become herself at an older age than most who made the leap. She was brave and foolish.
Bella believed the world changed enough to hold her. She thought it would make things easier for finding what she’d truly wanted her whole life; shared feminine space with intimate companions.
It wasn’t. In fact, it was a way to lose the little connection she had with that space to begin with.
Dating had proven a chore. Everyone just wanted a ride. Bella was viewed as the tool those others would hope she’d wield upon them at least once in some fashion they imagined, and then they would be done. They’d extract it out of her and make her feel however she’d need to for giving. They would stoke her hopes for friendship and romance, ignoring their own truths in either regard, and then take exactly what they wanted from her and detest her willingness. Each and every one had seen her some fool for how she’d compromise herself. Every lover-wished-friend would stand in judgement for how she hadn’t respected herself more against their blatant manipulations during her time of hormonal transition.
When she would deliver them ecstasy unwrought with others, they would despise her. They’d claim all power their own and seek to control her with lies. Each of these people both thought and claimed themselves allies of transgender women, many of them vocal in their passionate superficial support, often lesbians or transgender men, then undermined the stated notion always through disregard uncounted as such, for she was subconsciously seen and treated as of a lesser make.
Every person she would meet saw themself a superior to her in some way for how she was transgender. Every girl friend would take her less seriously than they would a cisgendered woman, not showing to make any effort their own, casting expectations of their relationships with men directly upon Bella. She would be aware and they would not. All the while they would flaunt their relationships with others treated in completely different ways which would have felt right to her heart, unnoticed for the sadness it tore into her for even hearing of this while in her ‘friends’ presence, realizing they’d not take her emotions the same as they would one of the girls they knew.
People treated her like a broken boy and refused to accept that. Even her kindest allies would gaslight Bella to give bigots a chance. They all sought to teach of how the way the world detested her was something she should respect more.
Bella just wanted someone to braid her hair. Someone to teach her how to do that would have been nice.
