//𝙩𝙬// 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙖 //
I wake up trying to fix my messy long hair whining when I feel the heavy weight on my chest
I look in the mirror feeling like I wanna vomit from how bad I look, I don't feel like I'm in my own body, I hate how my boobs fall so heavily on my chest
I get down the stairs trying to push all the negatives away and prepare some breakfast as I spread some jam on my toast I'm interrupted by my dad "good morning, Lonnie" he mumbles my birth name making me gag
"dad," I turn around to look at him "stop calling me that, how many times do I need to tell everyone that my name is Michael now" I tear up at my dad's reaction from my words
"sorry" I apologise quickly running to my room not wanting him to say anything in return
a couple hours later, and my mom comes in my room "hi babygirl, we're going to Grandma's house to see the whole family, get ready" his mom says sweetly, once again forgetting to use his preferred pronouns
"stop calling me that" I sigh "I'm Michael, a boy, stop calling me a girl just because I have boobs and not a fucking dick" I almost scream
"sorry, baby I forgot" she whispers actually feeling bad
"it's whatever" I shrug it off sighing when she gets out of my room, heading to my closet picking out an outfit I like
look, I get it it's hard to always remember my preferred pronouns, but I've been out as a transgender guy for two years now or something, people need to get over me identifying as a girl
I put my outfit on and skipping down the stairs to find my mom and dad already read and waiting for me
"hi, michael!" my cousin waves at me making me smile because she actually remembered my name, I always loved my cousin, she was always so supporting
"hey, dude" I smile going to hug her
"hi, Lonnie" my grandma says making me whimper in my cousin's arms, and she sends me a soft squeeze to my hand telling me it's gonna be alright
"hi, grandma" I decide not to say anything about my name, just went straight to my cousin's bedroom and sat there all the day
I'm so sick of everyone assuming who I am, or who I like, or what I identify as, I'm so sick of people looking at my body weirdly whenever I'll tell them I'm a boy, I am one! I don't have to have a dick to say I'm a boy, I like me as a boy, I like me as Michael not some girl I don't even know who she is anymore, just that name makes me think of so many stuff
and at that moment, I decide to run out of the house I grew up in, leaving my family behind, because I live by the quote "why be with you if you can't love me for who I am?" so I jump out of the small window thanking God we were on the lowest level
and I make a run out of it because I don't want people that don't support me in my life, I'm sick of it
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first chapter already sucks, idk why I'm starting to write fanficitions again but bare with me ig.
thanks for reading
all the love xx
~ maram
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