Making plans

 Cindy and I had lunch together today at a sushi place we like in Roslindale.  We’re both vegetarian, but the veggie sushi options at this place are still pretty amazing.  I haven’t spent much time with her since the baby was born, and I really tried hard to not spend much time with her before the baby was born because she was so unpleasant to be around.  She’s definitely gotten better.  Not quite the same old Cindy from before, but getting there.  Maybe she’ll never be exactly the way she was.  She’s a mother now.  I suppose that could change a person.

After we ate and we stepped out onto the sidewalk, she lit a cigarette.  She had always said she was going to smoke again after the baby was born, but I didn’t realize until today that she was really doing it.  Seems insane to quit for nine months only to start up again.  She promised she would be smoking less, and wouldn’t be smoking around her daughter, so I chose not to give her a hard time about it.

My niece was born on January 15th, healthy and happy.  Lucky for me and Guy, she has been staying almost exclusively with my moms, but when I go and visit, the baby always seems happy and well-behaved.  Smiling and laughing all the time.  I don’t have to deal with the crying and the diapers, and that makes me happy.  Cindy has even been trying to get back to school enough to legitimately finish her senior year and not become a dropout.  

After lunch we went back to my moms house.  I’m used to seeing them nude all the time, but something seemed odd about my step mom holding the baby in her arms, completely nude.  Almost like she was breast feeding, but not really.

Cindy says she and Jayson want to raise the child to be a nudist.  Seems like that should be the least of their concerns right now, but I guess it’s nice that they’re making plans.

I make myself at home when I’m at my moms’ place.  Why shouldn’t I?  I grew up there, and it feels like home even though I have my own place now.  I was upstairs using the bathroom and afterward I went into my moms’ bedroom.  There was a porn DVD sitting on the dresser and I picked it up to look at the box.  Hardcore bisexual stuff.  As I’m standing there completely invading their privacy, my step mom walks in.  As if my embarrassment wasn’t enough on it’s own, she says, "You can borrow that if you want. It’s pretty good."

I am interviewing for a position at the local LGBT community center.  It’s a paid job, though temporary, and would be a great thing to have on my resume, if nothing else.  I had my first interview a couple weeks ago and found out on Friday that I’m being called for a second interview.  Sweet.  I was calling around telling people the good news.  When I told my father and Susan, she started questioning what I was going to wear for the interview.  She had a long explanation about how men can just wear the same suit each time, but women get judge by what they wear, and are expected to have different outfits for each interview.  I guess I never thought of that.  Well, I’d never had a second interview anywhere before.

After we talked about it for a while, we agreed to go shopping together.  Susan is a great shopping partner because she pays for everything.  We went out on Sunday afternoon to Nordstrom. I ended up picking out a nice gray skirt and a black top.  Although I have plenty of shoes, she insisted on getting me a pair of black shoes that matched the outfit nicely.

As we walked out of the store, she asked me if I had a black bra.  I actually don’t.  I have white bras and pink bras.  She told me that a white bra would show right through the black top, and I needed to get a black bra.  There’s so much I still don’t know.

We went to Intimacy, and when a clerk approached us, Susan explained that I had a job interview and I needed a black bra what would make my boobs look "damn good."  I was a little embarrassed.  I showed her the shirt we had just bought, and the clerk picked out several bra options for me to try. She suggested I put the shirt on over the bra each time to see how good I looked.

After I picked one out that I liked, the clerk came over to check how it fit.  She played with the straps a little and then told me that she thought I might be more comfortable in a D cup.  I was shocked.  She measured me and said I was ‘just barely’ a D cup.  Is it possible I’m still getting bigger?

Susan and I got manicures and then she drove me home.  As I was getting out of her car she asked me if I was considering vaginoplasty.  It was funny to hear her use that word, when I’ve always just called it "The Big Surgery."  I told her I was considering it.  A year ago I might not have been, but now it feels like the right next step.  She smiled at me and said she thought that was a good thing.  She said that she and my father would help financially if I did it.  That’s good to know.