Dsmp oneshots

But I don't feel like it -Fundy

A/n there will be sensitive topics but I kind of want it to be surprised so TW: negative body image, depression (?)

Fundy's pov:

Wow, look at me. I can't stand how I look. I have long, ginger hair, black eyes, and orange fur. (Yes, I'm a fox.) I despise how I look. You're probably thinking, "Fundy, you're acting like y/n. You're complaining about your looks, and it's not even that bad!" Here's the truth. The reason I don't like how I look is, I look like a girl. I want to look like a boy, to have a flat chest, short hair, and a deep voice. I want to go out in public and be called "sir" when purchasing groceries. I want people to immediately assume I'm a man. I want to use he/him pronouns, and actually be called them. Looking in the mirror is hard for me. Taking showers is hard for me. I wear hoodies and put my hair into them. It helps, right? "Fundy? You've been in there for quite a while." "Yeah yeah, I'll come out. Sorry, I was sort of zoned out." I come out of the bathroom. "Were you crying?" "N-no. Why would I be?" "Fine, I'll tell you. Please don't be angry at me." I say. "Alright, I can't promise anything though, like if you're going drugs." "Didn't you create a drug van?" "Touchè." I prepare myself. "Okay, I think I'm trans. I want to be a boy. Being a girl feels wrong. It's not me." I spill it all out. "I didn't expect that, but it's okay! I don't really care if you're a boy or a girl. I can help you transition!" "Really?" I'm quite surprised. I was very scared for the answer. "Yeah sure, how can I help?" "I will probably but it myself but I want a binder and a haircut." "Okay." Two days later, my binder came. I put it on, and actually felt comfortable in my own body. I look so...handsome.