marvel women one shots

Transgender- y.b w.m n.r

Yelena's your best friend in this and Wanda is your mum.

Writing in your diary:

I'm starting to come to the terms that this body is not mine. I have done my best to care for it even if I have caused a lot of self sabotage. My soul is detached from my flesh. I don't know what to do about it or if there is anything I can do about it. When I look in the mirror I see a person but it's not me. I no longer want to wear dresses or put on make up because I feel like I am just masking the real me. When I use men's body wash and the 'masculine' scent stays with me throughout the day I feel a sense of comfort. I hate the way how my tits ruin all of my outfits. I hate when I'm told to act more like a girl. I don't know how to tell anyone or how to get rid of this feeling.

Yelena's POV

I was looking through y/n's room for a jumper I had lost because she takes my clothes a lot because my clothes are baggy and she likes that. I saw a notebook on her desk and decided to see what it was.

As I started to read tears started to fill up on my eyes. I had no clue she felt like this. I don't think she knows what she is yet but I think she knows that this isn't her.

I take the book with me and go to look for y/n. I find her in the living room watching her favourite show.

"Hey can we talk please" she looked up from the tv confused but then she saw the book in my hands and knew what I wanted to talk about.

She moved over so I could sit next to her. No one else was home so we could talk openly. " can you explain what you mean please?"

She fiddled with her rings before speaking. "I just don't feel like this body belongs to me"

"do you know what transgender is?" I questioned but her face showed that she didn't

"It's where you feel disconnected to the sex you was given at birth" (please correct me if I am wrong so I can learn)

"for example some people are born a girl but that's not who they are. They might prefer more 'masculine' pronouns like he/him or even they/them etc. They might prefer to wear a suit instead of a dress. Is that how you feel?"

"I'm not sure can we try it out?"

"sure. So if I was telling a story and I referred to you as her how does that make you feel on a scale of 1-10 with 10 being really happy and 0 being really bad"

Y/n thought about it for a little bit before responding " I think a 2"

"okay, what if I called you a he"

A smile crawled onto Y/n face and then replied " 9"

I smiled at her response.

"can you tell me some of the things that up set you"

"Well sometimes I will see an outfit on Pinterest worn by a man and I will really like it, but when I go to re-create it, it never looks good on me"

"In what sense?"

" like my shoulders and broad enough and my chest sticks out and my hair is never in the right place and my clothes hand onto my curves when I want it to look more boxy"

"is that why you steal my clothes?" Y/n giggled and nodded.

"from now on would you like me to refer to you by he/him" Y/n thought about it for a second and nodded.

"Even when I get called he/him I still don't feel whole" His expression changed back to sad.

"Well we will need to talk to your mum but I know she will be on board if this is what you want but we can cut your hair shorter and there are surgeries you can get." He smiled.

"Can you help me talk to mum when she gets home"

"of course"

We watched a movie until Wanda and Nat got home. "Do you want to tell Nat as well" He nodded but looked a bit distressed.

"Hey Wanda, Nat can we talk to you please" They both looked concerned as they saw how stressed out y/n looked

"I think I might be transgender" Y/n started. They both looked taken back at first but then smiled. "That's okay honey we support you" He smiled at their response.

"we was talking about maybe cutting his hair shorter and using he/him pro nouns" Y/n looked at me smiling at me using his preferred pro nouns.

We both knew it wouldn't be easy for y/n to feel like her body belongs to himself but we was determined to get there

A/n

Please let me know if any of this is wrong or classed as offensive. I mean no harm to anyone's opinion.