Trapped Inside

Everything

May's POV

     I proposed to Ashley during our second year of college. We didn't get married until three years later. I could sit here and tell you about how elegant she looked in her beautifully fitted mermaid gown and her regal updo. We drank champagne and of course, being the dork I am, I 'accidentally' dumped some on her head just like the first day I saw her with the milk. Oh, the memories. She got revenge by throwing cake in my hair. I forgave her because, who couldn't love her little face? Well, it's been about 5 years since then. We have a 14 year old daughter, Francesca or just Frankie (pictured), who we adopted last year. She is a gorgeous young lady, Ashley and I love her dearly. Ashley also decided that she wants to have another child through a sperm donor. I am in love with this idea. Don't you see her as the cutest little expecting mom? I sure as hell do. She's now one month pregnant and everyone couldn't be happier.

Frankie's POV

     I've always known something was wrong with me. Ever since I was little, I just knew, I was different. I know that I'm not supposed to be in this body. God made a huge mistake. I am a man. When I was just three years old, I asked my caregiver if there was a 'magical spell' that could make me a boy. I try to repress my feelings about being a man and started acting girly as I could possibly bear. When I came out to my former foster family, they called me a 'sick freak' and a 'tranny bitch'. They quickly called off their care for me and the kids started calling me names as well. I was so so so thankful when May and Ashley adopted me. That was the single best day of my life. They walked in and I just knew that they were for me. From May's warm smile to Ashley's caring nature, I knew that was my very last day being without a family. It made me so happy to know that they were gay because it made me feel like they will accept me when I come out to them. I'm going to tell them today. I have to. I can't keep this a secret any longer and I don't want Ashley to have to worry about me when the stress of her pregnancy sets in.
     "Hey mom" I call into the house. Both of my moms come to the living room.
     "Hey sweetie, what's up?" May asked me. Don't worry, they will support you. They are your moms. They had to come out to their parents once too. You can do it just say it.
     "Uh, why don't you guys sit down?" I said to them. They looked at each other, just a hint of worry. Ashley sat on the sofa and May say right best to her, taking her hand in hers. My heartbeat sped up and I got light headed. Just say it. I felt tears well up and spill over. "I have to tell you something very important and I don't really know how to say this, but... I-I'm, I'm uh trans. I am a male. I was always meant to be male, but God made a mistake." I took a shakey breath. My cheeks were wet and I notice some tear drops on my shirt. It was over, now I just had to see their reactions. I saw tears in Ashley's eyes. Oh no! Oh no, I am a disgrace. They're going to disown me. They hate me. Oh god, someone please say some- My thoughts were interrupted by an attack of hugs. They were sobbing and mumbling 'I love you'. I was shaking and crying.
     "We love you so much, baby. We always will, no mater what. We will always support you through everything." Ashley said through tears.
     "We will call you anything you want." May agreed.
      "Well, call me by male pronouns and I really like the name Levi, so can you call me that?" I asked, wiping away my tears.
     "Of course we can!" May said, laughing.
      "I love you." Ashley said, kissing me on the cheek. I couldn't have asked for better parents. They're so amazing with everything they do. I love them with all my heart.
     Later that night, they took me to get a haircut. My transition will take some time, but with my family by my side, I know that I can do anything. I don't know how I got so lucky to have them. I love them so much.