Human

chapter two

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"What does it mean to you, to be human?"

Dr. Sandra started our their session with the question. She sat with her ankles tucked under her chair, looking over at George.

George stared blankly back at her.

"Well?" She raised an eyebrow, "Whats it mean to you?"

"You ask silly questions," He answered, "Youre supposed to ask me about how taking testosterone is going and all that."

"Is that what you wanted to discuss today, then?"

"No." He shook his head, "Do you think that i need a haircut?"

Dr. Sandra let out a small laugh, "Why ask me something so minimal?"

George frowned, twirling a curl around his finger. "My friends roommate said i should keep it this length, but my friend says i look homeless like this."

Dr. Sandra readies her pen, as if reading Georges mind. She already knew he was going somewhere with this.

His eyes are crossed, looking upward at the mousy hair in his grasp. "I think the issue with masc presenting trans youth, is that we think short hair automatically means we pass."

She writes something down, staying silent.

George frowns up at his hair. Its almost as if hes talking to the curls and not her. "But, that isnt the case at all."

"Elaborate, " Dr. Sandra says calmly.

His eyes fall to her. "Hair length, or how you present yourself should never determine how we pass."

"And what does determine that?"

George shrugs. "It all depends, i guess."

"On what?"

"Well, for me, i feel like i pass when i dress well and feel confident." He smiled, playing with his shoelace. "When i wear hoodies and jeans with some cool shoes."

Dr. Sandra hums. "I think your shoes need a replacement."

They most definitely do. The pair he wore today, he had gotten sophmore year of high school. He chewed on his lip, eyeing the checkered vans.

"Did you tell them, yet?"

His eyes flicked up immediately to her.

"No," He shook his head, "I dont think theyll notice when i get the surgery, i have a plan."

Dr. Sandra mused, "And what is the plan?"

The smile he wore was anything but innocent.

"You want me to be your nurse for your recovery?" Sapnap raised an eyebrow.

George stood at the end of Sapnaps bed, frowning at his tone. He grabbed the tip of his shoe, and shook it a little. "Please? Ill tell mom that im going on a trip for college and if she asks you, then she'll totally believe it."

He propped himself up on his elbows, "Where will you sleep while here?"

The boy batted his eyelashes at him, smiling innocently. "Ill get an air mattress!"

Sapnap sat up, watching George. His face scrunched up in thought as he stared at his best friend. George wanted more than anything for him to say yes without a single thought, but it seemed that Sapnap would need convincing.