Hi, My name is Ashton...my "real name" is Stella. Urg, fuck the name Stella. I'm a boy. I'm not a Ashton. I wish my parents did name me something gender neutral.
My hair has always been short but today (a feminine short hair cut) . Today, I'm tired. I grabbed these large kitchen scissors and began snipping away. My bright red hair feel like a feather to the ground, it began to look like a mess, with red hair everywhere. I smiled. I looked so masc. I felt happy. I- I- don't know...it felt right. I know I'm 14 but I've been wanting to do this for 7 years now. I've always had this feeling that this was wrong.
I woke up from the sounds of the loud birds outside, urgg. School. We had this uniform with a red tie and red skirt. But, I stole my older brother's red pants as he goes to the same school as me. As I took off my shirt, this amazing feeling went away. Boobs. Hah, boobs. I grabbed my scissors and tried to cut them off (it didn't work). I then put a sports bra on since, I'm skinny and my boobs don't rather show because no clothes fit me, pants are always half showing my underwear unless I wear a belt, t shirts never are tight and my boobs are hidden with the unfit clothing so I guess that's great for me. But, when I put my shirt on, my boobs were a bit, uh, there? So I put the school jumper onto, it was yellowish and had a white outline around it. OMG- YESSSSS!!!! It worked.
My heart raced. I opened the door with shaky cold hands. "Ahh, Good morning Stella!" The teacher said. I stood there in dysphoria. "I-It's Ashton now, but you can call me Ash, I guess." I replied. The teacher looked confused. "Your Stella." She replied, making me cry. I ran out of the class and into the boy's bathroom.
"Mft." A sound I accidentally made while crying. A boy turned around which made my heart race as he caught me off guard. "Stella. What the fuck?" A boy yelled at me. My heart raced up and down. "I'm a guy.." I replied, feeling a bit down. He looked at me and smiled. Wha-
My face was bleeding, my nose was as well. I think it was my head that bleed the most. The punch of the guy made my vision a bit blurry. I layed on the floor as I was too dizzy too move. The boy smiled and walked off. I don't know what I did. I'm sorry. I- I- I started crying. I'm sorry I was born a Ashton. I really am. I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna fall asleep now.
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"Hey, Ash is it?" A voice I heard. I opened my tired eyes. "Um, yeah." I replied with euphoria. They paused and then smiled. "I'm Lune, i'm a boy kinda. I'm he/they. I kinda prefer he/him, y'know?" Lune told me, rather excited. He didn't seem ftm, I didn't want to be rude but his voice was pretty masc, my voice is really deep but also kinDA fem. "Hey...Lune, your voice is..." I paused because the pain of my head. Their face went all red. Did I make them sad..? I'm sorry :(
"Dude, your voice is so masc!! I mean I was born a male but- I heard you were transgender from some messed up, mean kids. Y'know, those kinda kids who use gay as insult. They are like 14-15 but act like dumb kids. But your valid and cool. I found you on the floor because some mean kids were whispering about it, y'know?" Lune went on, they were funny. He had cute blue hair and red eyes. Damn, he was kinda cute. "Uh, Um...heh, yeah." I replied with a kinda red face.
"Wanna be...friends?" Lune said with his hand tightened, as if they were nervous. My head felt hot and still really hurt. This incredibility cute person asked me to be his friend. "Of course. Hey, your eyes are pretty cool!" I complimented his cute, red eyes. Lune smirked. "Your cool. The coolest" Lune replied, what he said made me feel butterflies in my stomach. He was so...I- I don't know, this shit is confusing. I want to touch him..What is this feeling? I don't know, but I want to keep talking to him.."I- I have to go...It's the end of school. UH, please get a lot of rest. I really want you to get better, y'know? Ah, Bye Ashton!" Lune smiled at me, walked outside the nurse's room. He left. I wanted him to stay.
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Let Him Be Him (ftm)
RandomAshton is a 14 year old boy, he one day cut his hair, but the students at the school didn't take that very well. He start getting beat up. But he met a bigender person (he/they) who started to look out for him.
