I FINALLY GOT MY HAIR CUT!!!!
The words scrawl across the page. I'm so happy. I finally got the fulfillment that I needed. Now, I think, maybe I don't have to be transgender. (I know that not needing to be transgender isn't a real thing, but it's how I felt at the time)
But a couple weeks later, it's Christmas. I'm reading reviews on binders, STPs, and everything trans. And I think I might be finally ready to come out. I know I'm not happy. I know the body I'm living in isn't satisfactory. I love it when I'm read as male in public. When my mom corrects them, it gets embarrassing. Of course, she doesn't know better. She doesn't know that I get happy when I get called "sir" or "bud" in public.
I need to make her know that.
That night, the night of Christmas Eve, I start my first draft. Little do I know, it will not be the last one.
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Hidden: An FtM Transgender Story
RandomMaya has never been Maya. She knows that, if nothing else. When she finds a video on YouTube, what will that come to? With an open minded mom, her story isn't as miserable, but it seems like her dad isn't okay with it. This is actually my story.
