He doesn't exist (Harry Hook transgender story) {💯%}

1. Telling big sis

A/N: Harry's pronounces are supposed to be She/Her but in the first chapters you learn how he realised that he was a she.

Harry pov (current age; 12):
No one else was home... I felt this weird idea coming up and I hesitated before walking up the stairs.
Harriette would be pissed if I'd touch her stuff but I just had to know...
I've been struggling with myself for a little while now and I think I know why...
I opened my sisters drawer and found what I was looking for; her make-up...
Please don't laugh at me but... I think I'd rather be a girl then a boy...

"What are you doing...?" the voice of my older sister said after a while and I literally felt busted.
But she didn't seem angry, at all.
"Let me help you." she said instead.
"I..."
"Sh." Harriette said and she whiped it off my face.
"You wouldn't need that much." she said as she finished whiping her make-up from my face.
"But-"
"I know... So tell me; what do you want me to call you?"
My breath stocked, did she really know? I mean otherwise she wouldn't ask me what she should call me.
"Besides the pronounces of She/Her." Harriette said softly.
"I... You..."
"I've been picking up some signs sis." she said and my brain wasn't working with me.
Harriette looked at me.
"Here, this is all you'd need at first." she said and she held two things; an eyeliner and a lipstick.
"You're not disgusted by it...?" I mumbled.
"That my baby brother appears to be my second baby sister? Nah." Harriette said and she made me look up.
"Now close your eyes." she said and I did...
It felt weird how relaxed she was about this and I felt how she put the eyeliner on my face.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" dad's voice barked and both of us looked at him in terror.
He grabbed my collar and looked at me with rage.
"Why is your sister putting make-up on your face?!"
"I..." I couldn't say it... he'd be more furious.
"Harry lost a bet! So I got to put make-up on his face!" Harriette said quickly and the way she used the 'his' hurt a bit but I knew she did to protect me.
"Whipe that shit off his face. Now!" dad barked and Harriette looked at me.
*sorry* she mouthed and dad watched how Harriette whiped it off my face.
"Now, what was this bet then which he lost?" dad said as he looked at Harriette and I tried to hide the disgusted feeling how dad called me 'he' and he he used 'his' earlier.
"Something stupid... I don't even remember anymore." Harriette said.
"Very well. If I ever see you with make-up on again; trust me. You'll regret even thinking about it!" dad shouted in my face and tears welled up in my eyes after he slammed the door shut.
"I'm so sorry..." Harriette kept saying as she hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her as well.
"He would never accept me... Would he...?" I asked softly and Harriette decided not to answer that question.