Oneshots

Storytime!

Sarah stared at her hands. She had been thinking lately about changing what she wore. She wasn't very keen on wearing skirts and dresses anymore so she took to wearing more baggy sweatshirts and sweats.

The people at her school never really paid attention to her anyway so no one really noticed the change. She was much more of a talkative person around adults anyway. She decided to start messing around with her clothes to see what she was more comfortable in.

When her mom took her shopping, they either left with nothing or a maximum of three. She just couldn't find anything she liked, nor anything her mom liked for her. She didn't understand why it was so hard. She used to love shopping.

At some point, her dad gave her an old button-up floral shirt he never wore anymore, and she grabbed a tank top and put her dad's shirt over it. She grabbed her jeans and looked in the mirror. She really liked the look.

Whenever her mom took her shopping she started getting similar clothes to that, as well as a lot of sweats and sweatshirts. She started wearing tee-shirts and sweats often as well. And eventually, her mom started to get a grasp on her style.

After a few weeks, she stopped doing her laundry out of laziness and she needed clothes. Her mom was not even close to her size, but her dad had some extra boxers that were too small for him that he gave her to use until they did laundry.

Sarah decided that she liked the feel of boxers better than her old underwear. So she asked her mom to buy her more and she started wearing them. Things were normal for a while until she got a ring.

She had a ring from before all of this, and she never took it off. But when she got another she decided she wanted more. She decided that would be her next thing, yet she still doesn't have many.

Sarah watched a lot of youtube as a background. She never really paid attention to a lot of it, but she did read a lot. And a lot of it was fanfiction. Reader inserts, shipping fanfics, all of it. And she found herself loving it.

She started reading every day, but she found herself really liking one certain kind of book, male. Male shipping, male reader inserts, and she couldn't understand why. But she went back and tried reading the female ones she already read, but she didn't care for them anymore.

She was confused. She thought a lot about whether or not she wanted to be a boy. But she came to the conclusion of not thinking about it. She didn't see anyone besides family anyway. What did it matter?

But it did matter. It was all she could think about. So she just kept ignoring it. Until her friend introduced her to another friend who was non-binary; which got Sarah thinking. Was she non-binary?

She thought about it a lot, but never really acted on the thoughts. It wasn't until she went to a family gathering and saw her cousin Kam. Kam is non-binary but used to be a girl named Alyssa. She thought about it for a while before she finally talked to her parents about it.

They didn't seem to understand.
"You're just thirteen you know. You've got more time to think about it." But all that did was make her mad. She just wanted them to understand. Why didn't they understand?

She chalked it up to them just wanting her to be careful, but after a while, it just didn't sit well with her. She wasn't a girl. But she wasn't a boy either. So she kept bringing it up, and bringing it up, and bringing it up.

After a while, she got tired of it and just straight up asked how they would feel if she changed her name. The response she got was unenthusiastic. See, her parents had picked her name for her before they ever even had any kids, which was more than twenty years ago.

It felt like a guilt trip. And it made Sarah uneasy. It felt like a guilt trip and it made her sad. She just wanted to be herself, but she couldn't do that if they kept saying that. Every time she brought it up to try and ask them to call her a different name, they would bring it up.

And in the middle of it all, they moved across the country. So she had to stop trying for a while so she didn't overwhelm them and make them mad. But after a few weeks at their new house, she asked her mom. Her dad was out at that moment.

And their mom agreed to do her best, to start calling them Alex.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to write this and project it on a character, but I decided to just write my story and post it. So here you go. They're doing their best. And they really are the best parents ever. They really are trying and it makes me happy. Enjoy :) - Pidge