So... I have an old childhood friend who is visiting the country, and coming to my house to sleepover (most likely), problem is... we were friends during the part of my life that I tried to act super girly, faked interests in crappy music, watched shows I didn't like, and all that just to fit in. I always felt awful during those times (but ignored it). When I moved I started over and decided to be myself no matter what people's opinion was, but since I did that, when I've seen her, ugh... I just feel awful. Memories of the time I tried to be feminine creep up on me, and now I can remember how fake I felt. How I tried to "embrace" puberty. Ugh, just the thought makes me want to puke. I'm kind of glad I brainwashed myself through it, but... -shivers-
But this time it's going to be especially worse because I know I'm transgender. Before she used to complain how I'd changed, in her opinion, for the worse, and how I wasn't girly enough, and well, I just shrugged it off. But now I'm afraid she might say I look like a guy (and possibly try to get me to wear make up or a dress or something) and I might just explode. And I can't have her knowing, she would probably blurt it out, or not understand.
She's like 2 years younger than me and although I've matured, she hasn't. She's still the same person she was when I met her. Also our interests are so far apart, I don't know what we'll do for 24 hours. All the shows I like would probably either bore her or creep her out. And stuff she likes would drive me insane...
I was thinking of maybe taking her to the movies, but... I don't know what we could possibly agree on watching, and the mall would be a very bad idea. I'll finally have my binder this week, so I want to go to public places alone, to be myself, finally! And shop for clothes without having people (family/friends who don't know) look at me oddly. If I went with her, it would be a disaster, she would drag me, looking like a boy, into the girls section. Ugh...
And since she's sleeping over (against my will really) she might notice I have no chest (even if she wasn't sleeping over). That might be very awkward. And I don't think I could bear having my binder off once I get it. It might be a month before I stop wearing it daily.
Any advice? I really think I might explode. I can just imagine all the awfulness that's going to happen and my dysphoria going through the roof and me just wanting to kick her out of the house! And I can't not invite her. It would be really rude, and my mom isn't letting me get away with a lie. "She only comes once a year!" my mom says. Ugh, once a year, is too much. I want to stop being her friend, but I just don't know how, and my mom says it's a bad idea. That I should always have friends in far off places. (She's foreign)
Sorry for the length... I needed to let the frustration and anger out. Any advice would be appreciated.