trans anne

princesses

[__], marcy, and sasha are playing under the slide.

"can we play princesses?!" [__] yells, kicking her feet and smiling. the three of them were best friends, and could never grow apart.

"i'll be a princess with a sword!" sasha screams, picking up a stick and swatting the air.

"i'll be anne boleyn, queen of england from 1533 to 1536!" marcy said, shaking her hands back and forth.

"cool! i'll be a-" [__] was cut off by an older girl going up the slide that the three kids were playing under.

"boys can't be princesses, idiot!" she chuckled, making [__] tear up and run away.

[__] ran off to the corner of the fence surrounding the playground. she curled up into a ball and cried. marcy and sasha noticed and ran up to her, wanting to reassure her.

"don't listen to them, [__]!" sasha says, trying to reassure [__] but it just made her feel worse. she started crying harder, confusing sasha and marcy.

"i hate that name!" [__] snapped, before balling back up again in embarrassment.

"well what name do you like?" marcy asked considerately. [__] rubbed her eyes and looked up at marcy, smiling.

"..anne!" anne muttered, standing up and feeling proud of herself. sasha patted anne's shoulder, but then squinted her eyes and tilted her head.

"wait.. can boys be named anne?" she questioned innocently, not knowing saying this would make anne cry harder.

"i don't think so.." anne mumbled, trying to get a point across.

"aren't you a boy named anne?" sasha asked, very confused.

"i'm not."