The first time Michael met Trisha it was after a heist in 1990. He and Trevor were laying low at a motel. Michael was bored out of his mind, staring at the tv and drinking a beer. There was only one bed that he and his friend would have to share.

Trevor was in the bathroom taking a shower. Michael just laid there watching some cheesy sitcom, when the bathroom door opened. Michael did not look up he just laid there lazily.

Trevor finished drying his hair and then crawled onto the bed and cuddled Michael close to him. Michael lazily glanced at his friend out the corner of his eye. Then quickly he did a double take. What the fuck!? He jumped backwards and off the bed when he saw that his friend was wearing a frilly pink dress.

Michael looked at his friend worried,''Uh Trev. What the fuck-''

Trevor didn't look Michael in the eye he looked away with a frown on his face,''It's Trisha.''

''What!?''

''IT'S FUCKING TRISHA ALRIGHT!?'' Trevor yelled looking embarrassed.

Michael gulped looking at his friend, what the hell was up with this guy? Michael softly asked,''Is this some kind of joke?''

''No! Just.'' Trevor let out a sigh,''Sometimes I feel like a man, and other times I feel like a woman.''

Michael took this time to notice that Trevor's mullet was not a greasy tangled mess like usual. His mullet, that fell down his back was combed and and the top of his mullet was not just sticking in every direction, it actually laid down and looked feminine. Trisha look kind of cute. She had a five o'clock shadow but that didn't take away from her beauty.

''Okay...When did this start?'' Michael asked looking confused.

''Years ago.'' Trevor answered softly.

''Why did you just now tell me?'' Michael asked tilting his head,''Um are you...ya know...funny?'' Michael says trying not to offend his friend.

''Just because I like wearing dresses it doesn't mean that I'm funny.'' Trevor says softly,''You fucking hate me now huh? You want to make fun of me eh? You're gonna go tell Lester and make a fool of me right!?'' Trevor accused suspiciously.

''No Tre- Trisha. I just. Damn this is weird.'' Michael shook his head,''Uh why...Why did you cuddle me earlier?''

''What's so weird about it!? Can't a man wear a dress from time to time!? And can't I cuddle my friend if I want to!?''

''So you're a tranny? And gay?'' Michael asked still trying his best to understand the situation.

''I don't fucking know! I guess I have two genders okay. And no I am not gay!'' Trevor yells but then his face softens,''Do you hate me?''

''Nah! Nah I don't hate ya man. Whatever makes you happy. Just...don't act funny with me alright? I don't swing that way.'' Michael says.

Trevor's face fell,''But I'm Trisha. Not Trevor. I am a woman. It wouldn't be gay right?''

''But you still have a cock though.'' Michael retorts.

Trisha winces,''Maybe I do but I am a woman.''

''Ooookay are you sure that you're sober right now buddy? Are you joking with me? I just can-''

''I was a fool to think that you would accept me! No one ever will!'' Trisha screamed and raced for the bathroom. Michael knocked on the door,''C'mon Trish. I'm sorry, I really did not mean to hurt your feelings.''

Even though Michael kept calling for Trisha to come out she didn't.

Two hours later, Michael was laying on the bed watching tv again trying to forget the situation. The bathroom door finally opened and Trevor walked out in jeans and a white wife beater. His hair was spiked up at the top but still laid neatly down his back. He walked out and laid across the bed as if nothing happened.

''Look Trisha-

''It's Trevor!'' Trevor exclaimed.

Michael looked taken aback,''Do you have a personality disorder!? What is even happening right now?''

Trevor looked hurt,''No I don't fucking have a disorder. Forget that I ever showed Trisha to you you ignorant ass. I thought you'd understand me but you're a stupid bigoted cunt so forget everything that happened.''

Michael felt his stomach bubble with rage,''How am I an ignorant ass!? I wasn't trying to be ignorant. You just threw this on me all of a sudden!''

''I don't want to here it M! Just fucking forget it!'' Trevor roared.

And Michael tried his best to.