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4 • BORN THIS WAY - LADY GAGA

A/n: OK SO UH, THIS IS MY FIRST TRANS READER ONESHOT WITH A FTM READER UHM PLEASE TELL ME IF I NEED TO MAKE ANY CORRECTIONS OR HOW I CAN IMPROVE- THANK YOU AND I HOPE THIS IS OK

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People have a strange assumption that both homophobia and transphobia have magically ended, since most governments in the world (save for the 70 other nations that criminalise it) have publicly "allowed" the LGBTQ+ community to do what they wanted. Of course, that isn't the case; hate crimes and aggravated assault still run rampant in many places, and although it is much better than it used to be, there is still work to be done.

Being a transgender person yourself, you were subject to much of this unjustified hatred. Sometimes, it bothered you, sometimes, it didn't. What people thought of you, and your appearance and/or identity, didn't concern you, most of the time.

It wasn't any of their business.

All you had to do was hold your head up, and you'd go far; no matter how many times some random stranger in the street would storm up to you like an angry business manager, and tell you that you were a bad influence on their kids for... being yourself?

Huh.

Yet, you found comfort from the comments and prejudice in the company of Oikawa Tooru — a very cisgender but supportive young man, who was more than accepting. In fact, he was one of the first people you told, after he discovered you crying, since you'd been told to use the girls' bathroom, despite your insistence that you were not a girl. He'd been absolutely fantastic, visibly showing his uncompromised pride for you, and even convincing you to begin a petition to let transgender people use the toilets they preferred.

(If that movement got the green light from the teachers, you were planning to advocate for a non-binary section of stalls.)

Oikawa had been so blown away by your bravery to be yourself, and to take pride in who you were, that he fell head over heels in love, and asked you out a month after he'd met you in a very clumsy but romantic offer. You were a little surprised he'd chosen you; after all, he had many fans, and he could've easily picked one which didn't come with the bodily trauma that you had; but he declared to you, face on, that he did not want any of them, and his sights were set on you, and you alone.

Stunned yet touched, you accepted his confession. From there on, it was a spiral of chaotic dating — and you didn't regret it one bit. You'd always liked the promiscuous brunette, but now, him showing you the full extent of himself, baring himself to you with no layers, it felt like a privilege few had. He trusted you — perhaps even loved you — and that made you plummet straight into the endless vortex that was Oikawa Tooru, trapped by his charm and imperfection; not that you were complaining.

However, no matter how much Oikawa loved and supported you, there was one obstacle that you'd never be able to defeat. And that was your dysphoria.

You tried — god, you tried to assure yourself you were who you wanted to be, but even the simplest activities made you upset and disgusted with yourself. Changing rooms, sports, clothing stores, people making honest mistakes about your pronouns, showers; but looking in the mirror was the worst.

The only thing that held you back from sending your fist flying into your reflection, with a dissatisfied cry of fury, was the thought of Oikawa's horrified face when you had to inevitably tell him what you'd done to yourself. For now, you'd have to deal with it, and get by with your testosterone packets and packing.

Be yourself, respect your youth.

You stared blankly at the pair of boxers you'd bought from the store, as you lay on your bed; you didn't even know if they'd fit you, you'd just been so desperate to get men's pants. With a sigh, you let your arms drop back onto the mattress, and shifted uncomfortably — you felt trapped within your skin. It was not a pleasant sensation, but you were helpless in situations like these, so you gritted your teeth, and told yourself it wouldn't last.

You just needed a distraction.

That distraction came in the form of your rambunctious boyfriend, who came crashing into your room without so much as a knock, singing out your name playfully. "(Y/n)-chan!~"

You sat up blearily, shaken at his sudden arrival; "Are you aware that the common invention, known as the door, was created to prevent situations such as these?"

"Ah, (Y/n)-chan, always so grumpy!" Oikawa exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and crawling over to you, with a triumphant smile on his face, "But not for long! Because Oikawa-san, their loving and amazing boyfriend, has got something for them!"

You glanced over to him, "Alright, what is it? Just to warn you though, I'm feeling dysphoric, so sorry if I'm not too enthusiastic."

Oikawa was not deterred by your remark, and rifled through the bag he had been carrying, before whipping something out. "Ta-dah! For my lovely (Y/n)-chan, I present his very own binder!"

It was indeed a binder; a pink, white and blue binder. You let out a small laugh, carefully taking the fabric from him and inspecting it; "You really bought this for me?" you chuckled breathlessly, still somewhat in disbelief.

"Of course," Oikawa mumbled, suddenly becoming shy, "well, you know, I saw that you have all the stuff you need except for that, and you were talking about how much you wanted a binder last Sunday, so..."

"You remember that conversation?" you asked incredulously.

"I remember everything you tell me, (Y/n)-chan," Oikawa winked, booping your nose teasingly.

You felt like crying tears of joy — but you instead opted to wrap your arms around him, and bring him in for a sideways hug, avoiding your chest area. "Thank you," you whispered, burying your face in his neck.

You felt Oikawa smile, as he pressed a kiss to your jaw, and combed a hand through your hair; "Anything for you, darling," he murmured softly.

Yeah, dysphoria sucked ass, but you'd get through it, with your wonderful boyfriend at your side; don't be a drag just be a queen, you know?

Because you were born this way.