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MORE YUGIOH SHIT
AND MORE TRANS YUTO
BECAUSE THIS IS MY COMFORT HEADCANON
TRIGGER WARNING FOR DYSPHORIA, AND NUDITIY. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THOSE THEN D O N O T READ ON!
Now lets gooooooooooo!!!!!
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This was always the part of the night Yuto dreaded. He was just glad this was at night and not morning.
But, still...he hated it. At least Yugo was a good brother, as always, and hung a towel over the mirror so Yuto didn't have to see himself. But still. He felt it.
When he was young, him and Yuri would sometimes make 'edits' to Yuri's old dolls (He liked collecting them to make monsters out of them). He felt like that. Like someone had glued a Ken doll's head onto Barbie's body. You couldn't make it right without ruining the doll.
With a shaky breath, Yuto undid the buttons on his uniform. Tilting his head up, he unclasped his binder. He took a sigh in relief as he could breathe, but he felt his chest now. He had...smaller breasts, naturally. He was grateful for that, but he still hated it. He hated his waist and hips, too.
Still looking up, and still shaking, He took off his pants and boxers. He hated how squishy his thighs looked. Like old fruit. And his wrong genitals? That was even worse.
He didn't dare look down as he stepped into the shower and the running water. Yuto cringed at the feeling of water running down his body. It flattened his hair, making it stick to his back. Great. Now he felt and looked even more like a girl.
Luckily, Yuto didn't have to look down for most of the shower. But then came the part he truly dreaded; washing off his body. He took his loofa-which was a light green- and got to work. It was better than washing by hand, but...His body just felt extra-sensitive to touch. So Yuto was extra-aware of it.
It must've gotten worse than normal. There was a knock on the door. "Yoot? You okay there buddy?" Yugo called from through the door. Yuto was jealous of his deep voice. He sounded manly without trying Yuya still had a higher pitch and voice cracks from puberty, Yuri had a silky smooth voice that was slightly feminine, and Yuto? He normally put on a deep, tough-guy voice. His normal voice was just...a girl's.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" Yuto responded. An obvious lie.
"....Alright we're raiding the fridge when you're done cause you're NOT fine." Yugo stated. "Your PJs came out of the dryer by the way. Hurry up unless you want cold PJs." He left.
Yuto sighed. He finished rinsing himself off and turned off the water to step out. Not once did he look down. He took with fluffy, purple towel and dried off, trying to mess up his hair so it didn't look too long. He wrapped it around himself and quickly went to his room.
Yugo was right. The oversized shirt that might have been Yuri's or Yusho's once upon a time was there, and the purple, flannel, fleecy pajama bottoms were next to it, on his bed. He smiled.
Quickly getting changed, he headed to the kitchen. Yugo was digging through the fridge. He pulled out two yogurt cups-a special starburst flavor that was an impulse grab of his-and sparkling water. Yuto loved sparkling water.
The banana sonic closed the fridge, and smiled. "Now, what the fuck was going on because in the shower...you seemed distressed."
Yuto nodded. "J-just the usual stuff. H-how I h-hate my b-body and feel l-like a mutilated doll." He opened his can of sparkling water and took a sip. "G-guess it was just worse tonight."
"...You need a hug bro?" Yugo asked. Yuto nodded and was quickly met with a hug. He cringed at his chest being pressed, but he hugged back.
"You're valid, okay? No matter what that fucking dysphoria says." Yugo stated. "Hell I'll skip school tomorrow and help you fight it off, k?"
"Y-you don't n-need to do that-"
"Shut the fuck up Yuto because like hell I do. You're my twin. And I love making you annoyed but you need to know that I can and will fight for you alright?"
"...A-alright."
Yugo smiled. "Good. We're heading to the mall tomorrow. You need more punk-rock shit anyways."
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