Sylviainnit, a growing twitch streamer on the DreamSMP. This story follows the girl as she grows in popularity, meeting her friends, creating an accepting fanbase, and figuring out, maybe,,she isn't a girl
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Sylvia POV Me and my mum head to the store to get me a bathing suit. I walk into the isle that holds the swim suits and my stomach aches.
"Oh what about this Sylvia?" My mum asks and she shows me a bikini with butterflies on it. "Mum that's too revealing, plus who likes butterflies. Moths are where it's at" I say looking at my other options. I see a cute red bikini that's high waisted and would cover more than anything else I will find
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(This is what I imagined but you can imagine anything you want) "Oh look, you've found something cute!" Mum exclaimed as she grabs it from me. I look over to the boys section and see a pair of red swim trunks with fire on it. "Mum is there anyway I could get those" I say as I point out the trunks I had just seen. She tsked at me "Vi those are for boys, you are a pretty girl and should wear this pretty swim suit" she says as she puts the bikini in the shopping cart.
I sigh and I look over at the boys section one last time before my mom pulled my attention by showing me more girly clothes.
Timeskip~
Why does the thought of wearing the swim suit I bought make me so uncomfortable? I decide to message Tubbo a picture of what I got and all I get sent back is "pog". I sigh and lay in my bed staring up at my ceiling.
Why do I feel this way? Why am I so uncomfortable with myself? Why do keep thinking about what Wilbur said "he was born a daughter, but he told me he'd rather be a son"
My thoughts are cut off by my phone going off. I look and see it's a call from Wilbur. "Vi! Hello! I just wanted to chat about our plans for the meet up, your dad is still bringing you right?" He asks politely. I smile thinking about the meetup. "Yea he's still bringing me, and I'll get to visit with Tubbo the day before, so that'll be fun" I sit up on my bed so I can focus on the conversation better.
"Speaking of Tubbo, he said you've been spaced out a lot, did you wanna talk, is something wrong?" He sounds so concerned and I panic, I can't tell him about my feelings. I don't even know them myself.
"I'm fine Wilbur, don't worry about me" I huff, even though I know he means no harm. "Sylvia, you are like my little sister, i just wanna know if it's anything-" the words start mumbling together as I get overwhelmed. "Wilbur I actually have to go, mums calling, bye" I cut him off and hang up before he can finish.
Sister. Little sister.
My breathing starts to quicken and my eyes water as I think about why I feel this way. Maybe I don't like being called a girl, or people using she/her pronouns on me, or wearing girl clothes. But what does that even mean? Am I trans?
I lay down and curl into my blankets and ignore the world for a little, listening to my music.
- Ooo angst. I love writing this story. I'm probably gonna be updating fairly often. I have a full time job though, so if at some point it slow updates that's why.
