Boyf riends Oneshots

I am Jeremy Heere

TW: Gender Dysphoria

I was staring at the mirror.

A little pep talk I gave myself every day.

That I was amazing and awesome.

It felt stupid but sometimes it did help me feel better.

I brush the bangs out of my face and walk downstairs praying that my mother is not there.

I was so close to the door, so close to escaping before she caught me.

"Josie? What are you wearing?"

"AH!" I scream out.

"What did I say about those clothes?  I knew it, I should have never let you cut your hair short- You're getting all these weird ideas." she frets while grabbing my arm to drag me upstairs.

"Mom, it's just clothes-" I try but she cuts me off.

"Josie I want you to change out of those clothes immediately. Why can't you just be a normal girl? Huh? That's all I ask for, a daughter who likes dresses and make-up. You better change out of those clothes or else you are not allowed to go out."

When she goes on rants like this I've learned to just bite my tongue and don't say anything.

She stormed out, (I must have spaced out cause I didn't hear a single word she said) and I was left in my room looking at the distasteful dresses. 

I slipped out of my outfit, took off my binder, and put on a simple blue dress.

I looked weird, different, and I sure as hell didn't look like me.

I stared at my mirror, I looked like a girl-

I frown and tug on a yellow cardigan.

Maybe if I was the daughter mom wanted she would be proud of me.

But sadly I'm not and I'll always disappoint her. 

I go back downstairs and I see a smile on her face.

"There's my beautiful girl. Was that so hard?"

'Yes...' I thought but didn't dare say aloud. 

"Umm... Mom... I- I wanted to ask you about something."

"Go ahead"

"I know this may sound crazy- But umm- what if I was a boy?"

"Josie, I can assure you that you're a girl. I was the one who changed your diapers anyways. What would make you think otherwise?"

I tug at the cardigan, I shouldn't have said anything.

Her voice lowers "Was it your boyfriend's moms? Are they telling you this? Are they making you think that you're not a girl?"

"No! Just- Just forget I asked," I mutter walking outside.

On the walk to Michael's, it felt like everyone's eyes were on me and I hated it.

I knock on the door staring at my scuffed converse.

"J-Jeremy?" I glance up at Michael.

"Sorry- I should have called or-"

"No, no come in."

I knew Michael was questioning my appearance and when we got down to his basement, my eyes were welling up again

"Do... Do you have my binder here somewhere?" 

"Did she force you again?"

I just simply nodded blinking my tears away.