The Diary Of A Troubled Trans*

Journal Entry 15

My hair was still growing. And growing. It was a decent length now, just past my shoulders.

This morning, my mom did a double take as she walked passed me.

"Caleb!" I winced at the name. "Your hair! You look like a...like a-"

"A girl?" I stifled a laugh.

"Well, yeah. You need a haircut baby boy."

I shook my head, loving the feeling of my swiveling hair. "Nope. Not a chance in hell Momma."

I'd kissed her on the cheek, announcing that I had to leave for school.

There is no way in heaven or hell I was getting all my hard work chopped off.