𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪-𝕥𝕨𝕠

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I'm woken up to someone gently shaking me. I rub my eyes as I sit up. It's Medda.

"Ready to get your testosterone?" She smiles, ruffling my hair. I nod, climbing out of bed and running to the bathroom. Daily routine time. It's currently 9:32, and we want to get there before noon. I think Medda wants to do some kind of celebratory lunch.

Shower, skincare, get dressed, hair, breakfast, brush teeth, grab anything else I need, get into the car.

I'm in the car by 10:58. We might be able to get in early. I can barely sit still on the ride over. Everything I've always hated about myself, every feminine feature, will go away. I won't have to think about it for that much longer.

We pull into the parking lot of the pharmacy, and I leave the car as quickly as possible. The line isn't that long, and I can barely contain my excitement.

Once we're at the front of the line, there's a small conversation between Medda and the person behind the desk. And before I know it, a box full of Androgel packets are placed in front of me. I gingerly take it in my hands, looking over it. I keep staring at it as we walk out of the pharmacy and back into Medda's car. This shit is like gold to me.

"Make sure you read the instructions, honey." Medda tells me. "We don't want to do something wrong and have the gel go to waste." Right. I open the box and take a moment to look over the packets. I already know what i'm supposed to do, I think. I've done a shit ton of research.

Open the packet, apply the gel to your shoulder, abdomen, or upper arms. Wash you hands thoroughly after applying. Apply the gel at around the time every day. We planned on starting tomorrow. I can't wait. I open my phone to tell my fellow trans friends the news.

To: DOWN WITH THE CIS

"GUESS WHO JUST GOT HIS TESTOSTEROOOOONE"

Romeo: HOLY SHIT

Davey: Yay!

Romeo: D U D E

Smalls: :0

Crutchie: AYYY

Crutchie: WELCOME TO THE CLUB MY GAY

Crutchie: *guy

Crutchie: eh still works

Romeo: im too scared to bring it up to my parents they barely accept me

Romeo: and they're barely around

Davey: You guys have accepting parents?

Smalls: :(

Crutchie: :(

Romeo: :(

"aw i'm sorry that your parents are assholes"

Davey: It's fine. I move out in a year.

The fact that there are people out there that force their kids into hiding because of their stupid opinions makes me so fucking angry. It's not like we can control it. But they'll be free from their parents grasp one day. They'll be able to be their true self.