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The Ghost of Tomorrow: Chapter 3

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The Ghost of Tomorrow

Chapter 3: Coming Out

I don’t remember what we had for dinner that night. I know I needed
to tell mum and dad my story after we’d finished the dishes, but my
heart was pounding in my chest all through the meal. After dinner, Mum
and Dad had moved to the Lounge to watch TV while their dishwashers
cleaned up after the meal.

The Ghost of Tomorrow: Chapter 2

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The Ghost of Tomorrow

Chapter 2: Home Truths

That night I had a vivid dream. You know, one of those dreams where
you think you’re awake until you wake up? In this dream, I woke up, and
grabbed the clothes that Mum had laid out in my bedroom to get dressed
into and went into the bathroom. Just a normal school morning. Only when
I took off my pyjamas, two things finally dawned on me. Okay, well
three. No four.

The Ghost of Tomorrow: Foreword

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The Ghost of Tomorrow

Foreword

I’m a trans woman who came late to the realization that I was a
woman, due to a number of factors—not the least being that society’s
views towards trans people at the time I was growing up were so warped
and divorced from reality that I had absolutely no context for what
transition actually was. So it took until Covid-19 forced all of us
indoors with nothing but our thoughts and social media for me to finally

The Ghost of Tomorrow: Chapter 1

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The Ghost of Tomorrow

Chapter 1: Aftermath

It’s the first Monday in February 1983, and I’m looking in the mirror
of the dresser that Dad dug up at a garage sale last year, after Mariska
kept complaining about me hogging hers. I’m in my light green checked
summer uniform dress, and I’m fiddling with my hair. Finding a style
that keeps my curls under control, out of my face, and won’t
make me look like a weirdo has had me fretting all week. Never mind that

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