Epilog

Everything seemed as if it was a dream afterwards. Daphne became increasingly popular even though she was trans and we soon received many checks in the mail to help us get gender changes. I learned some html and created a website for her with a blog and photos of her. The site grew larger and larger and many other trans people thanked us for giving them the support that they felt they needed to come out.
Jennifer, or Jen as we called her, was a great help to Daphne and I took videos of her training. They were extremely popular on YouTube, which was where we put them, and more comments and favorites than we could reply to poured in.
At some point, people wanted to know where I was and why I didn't show up on screen or on her website. They wanted to see me and ask me questions. (I was always doing filming and programming. Daphne was the only one who showed up in the videos and she was the one who wrote the replies. I just typed them for her since I typed faster.)
So I created a second website with my information on it, with links to Daphne's website. It was insane. I couldn't believe that all these good things were happening to us.
Still, we did get hate mail. I did my best to get rid of them before Daphne got a chance to see them. Sometimes I couldn't remove them fast enough and she saw them. She didn't let that discourage her though.
But there were enough haters to make her come in second place in American Idol. She didn't care one iota. She just smiled and said that this would give us a chance to get our gender changes done without the paparazzi after us 24/7.
It didn't exactly work out that well. We did get our gender changes done without the paparazzi but soon after, we had reporters at Jen's doorstep trying to interview us (mostly Daphne though) and trying to get pictures of our new selves.
We couldn't stay inside all the time, but we did our best to ignore the reporters. It seemed to make them only more interested to get our story.
Finally, enough was enough.
We both created IM accounts for the first time and opened up a chat room. There were plenty of reporters waiting for that to happen and we had many interviews. Daphne definitely got more though.
Our interviews ended up on newspapers, though not on the front page. We had fans, but society still had problems with the fact that we were trans.
Since Daphne couldn't get a singing job, we recorded her when she wanted to. Eventually, she began creating her own songs and both Jen and I helped to create background music for them.
They turned out to be rather popular and someone finally wanted Daphne to record for them.
Everything was absolutely amazing.
I still pinch myself when I wake up in our house. (We moved out of Jen's when we turned 20. We're 25 now. She still visits us often though. And she's got a lot of singing students because of Daphne.) Then I pinch myself again when I see Daphne's beautiful face in the sunlight, still sleeping, next to me. I can't believe that we've gotten this far in life.
Through all the difficulties and hardships, we've manged to this stage in our life without bodily harm from trans haters. I love her, and she loves me.
Our parents haven't contacted us since we've come out, except for that time when my mother came to the movie theater. Not that we care that much. We feel bad about the trouble we've caused our parents though we still harbor hard feelings for how they reacted to our coming out.
But could life be any more perfect than this? I can't imagine so.

AN: This is the end. It's a little short, but it's done now.