Tommie, being the son of the director of The Firebird Place, helped me out. They were able to offer me a place to stay until I was old enough to get my own place. Tommie's father contacted my mother, due to them being friends, and urged her to take me back, but the only way I could ever come back was if her son came back home, but the director was adamant about this not happening. I was considering the possibility that what I was feeling was something different, and that there were different ways that I could make myself comfortable and happy without being trans. I expressed my concerns with the directors and he told me that if you feel comfortable being a girl, nothing else would compare to that feeling. He talked more with the woman and said that if she wasn't going to let me back in her home, he needed legal ownership over me to take care of me. And somehow, within the next month, she met with him in court and gave him legal ownership over me. After this, the director broke off contact with my mother. To my mom, I was nothing more than a wasted and ruined piece of property. Now I was technically legally Tommie's sister, which made me feel a lot better. But I missed my mom and dad and I craved their attention. This was torture.
Over the next few years, I lived at The Firebird Place and it was great. I got to live with the people I was good friends with. The catch was that I was required to be more or less a Janitor of the place, but it was how the director allowed me to live there for that amount of time in the first place. I tried high school, but my mental state at the time wouldn't allow it. The director brought up the idea of getting my GED when Tommie would be in his senior year of high school, and I decided that's what I was going to do.
The beginning of the summer before I was going to get my GED Tommie wanted to introduce me to someone. I asked for his name.
"Jonas," Tommie said.
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The Acceptance of Change
Teen FictionThree teens struggle to accept the true nature of themselves and almost die trying.
