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It was about a year later when I got the letter in the mail. I almost threw it away, because I didn’t recognize the name. But I opened it, and there was an invitation inside. And there was a note...it was from Mari. She had picked a new male name to go by (which made sense of course), and she was asking me to come to her wedding.
She explained how much she appreciated me being there for her right after the Shift (which I had never realized, because it always more felt like she was there for me). She talked about how much she would appreciate seeing her old body again -- and apologized in advance if I did show up as her family would probably be very interested in the person in her own body as well.
Well, what else could I do? I sent the RSVP back with a “Yes” immediately, I bought a new dress explicitly for the occasion, and felt so happy to attend. Mari was a handsome groom, and I felt like a proud and supportive friend...especially as I fielded questions from her very nosy family who asked about a variety of topics from what I was eating to if I would give them biological grandchildren.