Humanized Object Show Oneshots

Stick (oc) x Mephone (FLUFF)

Requested by my best friend TeaBagTheWolf
Tw: Internalized transphobia
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Sticks pov:

You look like a girl
You will always be a girl
Stop trying to change, girl

The thoughts keep getting worse and worse, I keep crying at night.
I can't come to terms with my gender, it hurts so bad. I hate myself so much.

I looked up in the mirror

See? You look like a girl, that makes you a girl

My face was so feminine, I began to cry. I hated it, I hated it, I hated it!
I could see my bra strap through my shirt

Only girls wear bras

I continued to sob even more, the dysphoria flooded my head, making the thoughts even worse.

*knock knock*

"Stick, you in there?"

Oh, my boyfriend Mephone..
I quickly wiped my tears off my face and opened the door.

"Are you okay? I heard you sobbing" He asked

Shit, he heard me...

"No...why?" I said

"Dude don't lie to me, I heard you. What's wrong?" He said

Yep...he knew

"I'm having another identity crisis" I said, sadly
"It seems like no matter what I do I still get called she, should I just stop trying to change myself?"

I began to cry AGAIN

Sheesh you're such a baby, you call yourself a boy and you still cry like that?

"Like I'm sick of being called she, but should I just say my pronouns are she/her? Is it even worth fighting for?" I sobbed

We were now in the bedroom sitting on the bed
While I was having my girlie sob, he had brought me to the bedroom.

"Dude..." Mephone started
"I honestly don't care on what you identify as, what I DO care about is if you end up hurting yourself because of these thoughts"

" I get that! But I don't know what to call myself!" I said
"Am I a girl? Am I a boy? Am I neither? Am I both?"

I rambled on and on and cried more.

Sheesh you're sad, you're a disgrace to the trans name!

Mephone began to rub my back in an attempt to comfort me, slightly going "shhh" as he did so.

"Just give it some time, I get trying to understand your identity is hard, but trust me. This will pass over"

I wiped my face and looked at him, just not in the eyes. I can't do that.

"I guess you're right, but Jesus I cry over everything, even the smallest of things can make me sob"

Mephone placed his hand on my shoulder and said

"It doesn't make you a girl to cry"

My face slowly made a smirk.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Cmon, it's late. Let's just settle down"

I nodded, I slid off the bed and went back in the bathroom to clean my face, while Mephone changed into his pajamas.

Once I got back, he had already dosed off. I layed next to him and drifted off into sleep.

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I took over a year off to cut you bitches some slack.
Tell a friend to tell a friend.

Their BACKKKK!

I'm happy to be back, I pretty much left me phone unattended until my grades were up.
I won't guarantee that I'll be posting more often. But trust me I'm not dead.

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