Locked Inside [Trans Peter Parker story]

prologue part 1: dysphoria

I looked in the mirror on the wall of the bathroom, staring at something I hated with everything in me.

My reflection.

I always hated the way I looked. Why couldn't I just feel comfortable like a normal girl always does?
I am not normal.

I tugged at the elastic holding up my long brown hair in a tight high ponytail. Pulling it out, the brown locks fell down onto my shoulders, a couple strands brushing at my cheeks in the process.
Running my fingers through my hair, I gathered it all near my neck, looping it into a lower bun.

I grabbed the black tuque that laid on the counter. I tucked all my hair into the hat and pulled it over my head. I looked in the drawer below the sink, and grabbed a bottle of my Aunt May's mascara, and coated my dark eyebrows, filling them out and making them look more butch.

I looked at this image and grinned.
Hurrying into my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and locked it.

I rummaged through my closet to find a black baggy T-shirt, and some old jeans. I put on the jeans and shirt, but still it wasn't good.

I gazed down at my chest, at the two breasts that I always despised.

I hated them. I hated them. I hated them. I hated them.

Sitting on my bed, I tapped my chin of how to cover them up. Getting an idea, I quickly ran back into the bathroom opening the cupboard doors. Looking past bottles of lotion and sunscreen, and behind cylinders of toilet paper, I found a roll of ACE elastic bandages with a clip.

Taking this back to my room, I took off my shirt, closing the door behind me, but forgetting to lock it. Tying the bandage around my chest, tightly to flatten them out as best as possible.
I grunted while wrapping it around, as it became a bit sore quickly.
Sealing it with the clip, I then put the shirt back on.

I looked at this reflection.
I smiled.
I felt more comfortable, but I didn't know why.

"Sweetie! Its dinner time!" I heard Aunt May walking up the stairs and froze.

"Uh... one second!" I called back, scurrying to take off my jeans, and change back.

She knocked at my door. "Come on honey, I told you it was going to be ready 5 minutes ago, and to set the table. You're 12, and have responsibilities." She called from outside.

I put on some sweats, and got a tissue to rub off the mascara on my brows.
"J-just one second!" I called.

"What are you doing in there?" She clicked open the handle and swung the door open. Stopping dead in her and my tracks, her hand flew to her mouth.

Heat rushed to my face, and I dropped the Kleenex on the floor.
"I can... uh, e-explain..." I stuttered, overly embarrassed.

To my utter dismay, she said nothing and turned to walk down the stairs.
Tears welled in my eyes and I ran after her.

"Aunt May, wait please!" I met her and my uncle Ben in the kitchen, looking me up and down.

I stared at my socked feet, and felt a tear drip down my face.

"What the hell is this?" Ben walked forward, and I sniffed. "I didn't raise a boy!" His voice raised, and I leaned back against the wall.

"Ben sweetie, don't..." May began, but Ben cut her off.

"Don't what May? I just don't understand what these kids are doing today. To look 'trendy' or whatever, changing their gender, it's not right."

I sank down to the floor, and began to cry.