(ART NOT MINE, STG IT IS NOT MINE, MY ART STYLE IS NOT AT ALL LIKE THIS- I JUST PULLED THIS FROM GOOGLE)
Request: @Epic_Failure_ : Can you do the Sleepy Bois with a trans male reader please? like the reader got adopted into the family and don't know that the reader is trans?
This means that this is purely fucking platonic, plus Sleepy Bois includes Phil and Tommy, a married man and a minor. Two big no-nos in the fanfic community. (stg, I will never ship Phil with anyone but Kristen. I'm like Wilbur in a way, "I have love struggles, so I naturally don't think soulmates are a thing. Until I lay eyes on Kristen and Phil. They're so in love it's impossible to not believe in soulmates.")
Response: Sure thing frien! I will deliver for my reader >:D *realizes he knows jack shit about the shitty adoption/ foster system* uhm... I'll try to deliver for my reader!
WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF-HATE AND SEVERE GENDER DYSPHORIA
Y/N'S POV
The pressure is absolutely unbearable. Ever since Phil found me, I've been the one little girl of the family. Techno would spar with me sometimes, but would go easy on me. It was obvious because he would beat the boys within 5 seconds, but it'd take him a bit with me, and I was worse than Tommy and Wilbur combined. Wilbur taught me how to play piano and guitar, and Tommy wouldn't really be chaotic around me. It didn't phase me then, I didn't realize it.
I'm the second oldest, being the same age as Wilbur. 25. Techno is a little older than us, by mere months. Tommy is only a small 17. I always thought that it was because I'm the adopted one. I'm the one that is skipped over...
Phil is the one person, along with Kristen that have always payed attention to me. They've given me a home and hope since day one.
We're back to today. Crying in front of my mirror. I hate my body, and not just an 'oh I'm so fucking fat' way either... Why the hell do I have this extra weight on my chest, in the literal sense. and then I get pure pain once a month. I used to be comfortable with this, but I hate my long, straight, brown hair. I'd rather have short, curly hair like Wilbur, or stylishly long pink hair like Techno. But no. I got the tough deal.
I asked one of my childhood friends that Wilbur seemingly doesn't like, Eret for help. I love them, he's so helpful with this kind of stuff. She's an expert with gender and sexuality stuff. A/N:(Eret goes by They/She/He pronouns, if I am not mistaken)
"Have you considered that you might be trans?" I scoff,
"No, I've never even thought of being a guy."
"Maybe you should look into it, because you obviously aren't comfortable being a woman." I thank him for the help, and I hang up.
Sighing, I flop on my bed. How am I going to tell my family... Not to mention my Twitch chat... I shake my head and walk down the hall, passing my bathroom and office and heading into the living room. I sit on the couch and message my stylist.
Y: Hey Nikki! Could you cut my hair soon? I've got big news!
N: Sure! I'm free this Friday
Y: I'll make sure my schedule's free that day, thank you!
N: Np!
*TIME SKIP*
I haven't seen my family in a bit, but I need to visit soon. Kristen and Phil might get worried. I decide to head over there as a surprise, and sigh. It's been a month or two since I figured out that I'm definitely a guy. I've got my hair short, and it's actually quite wavy short like this. I've got my binder, new wardrobe, everything. I said that I'd be taking a couple months off from Twitch a while ago, so no one's super worried. Even then I've been telling people to tell their chats that I'm indeed alive. I smirk at myself in the mirror and I get ready for visiting my adoptive parents.
Taking a deep breath, I walk out to my car. When I turn on the engine, my phone's Bluetooth connects to my car. I forgot that I was playing this song... (Ur Gonna Wish you Believed Me by Cavetown.) I shake it off and don't bother changing the music. I get on the gravely road and inhale the polluted air of England while listening to the song.
After the 30 minute commute, I make it to my parent's house. I see Wilbur's car in the driveway, so he's definitely here. I sigh and ring the doorbell.
"COMING!!" Wilbur's voice rings out as I hear the thumping of his footsteps down the stairs. He opens the door and I wave. "Who are you? A solicitor? Cause you are no sister." I at first felt hurt, like he was rejecting me from his family after all of these years, but he might've meant me looking like a guy now. Which was the whole point.
"Wil, where's Phil and Kristen?" I look over his shoulder and don't see anyone.
"Oh, they've gone out for errands. I'm holding down the fort for now. D'you want to come in and talk? There's some explaining and catching up that we have to do." I smile and nod, stepping into the old house.
"So how've you been Wil?" He shakes his head.
"Nope, you first. You disappeared, you first."
I sighed, and I told him. By the end Wilbur was smiling at me.
"What?" Wilbur laughed,
"Oh, nothing. I knew it though." I cocked my head to the right in confusion, "It was obvious. The following Techno and I, the cutting your hair super short, wearing Techno and I's clothes. I was just waiting on you to confirm it. At first I just thought you were a tomboy, but then you just disappeared from everywhere. Mum and Dad got really worried, hell even Tommy and Techno got worried."
I looked down at my feet, "Sorry... I should go though-"
"No, no please. Stay!" I hear my Mum call out from the door.
"How long have-"
"We heard you comin out, and you arsehole. You could've just spit it out and actually talked to us." Tommy in his natural Tommy fashion 'scolds' me, hiding that he was worried.
"Leave him alone Tommy. None of us understand the mental stuff he probably went through." and with that, I got a huge bear hug from my family, considering I left them alone for a couple of months.
I'm finally happy...
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YO! i'm sorry if you don't like this part, i tried to stay motivated. i've been suuper busy with marching band and actually just won an invitational! Have a good day/night/morning, and you've got this!
