Penelope & I stand at Y/N's door after they sent us an emergency text.
I raise my hand to knock but the door flies open.
Y/n looks like they're in a genuine state of panic.
"Y/n are you okay?" Penelope asks as we walk in.
"This is so hard to say but, No. For once i am not okay." They say with a sigh and run their hands through their long hair.
Y/n wipes their hands on their shirt but suddenly pull away when they reach their chest.
I have a feeling i know what this is about.
They pace back and forth while mumbling to themselves.
"Y/n does this have to do with your gender?" I ask carefully.
Y/n looks me in the eye for the first time since i walked in.
In Y/n's eyes i see panic, confusion, anger, sadness, and worry all at once.
"No. Yes. No. FUCK IT. That's exactly what this is about." They say.
"Y/n you know that only you define you right?" Penelope asks.
"It feels wrong to keep dragging you guys along with me but the only way i make any progress is when you guys are here." They say putting their hand on the back of their neck and looking down.
"You're not dragging us along." I say.
"Yes i am, I tell you that i'm one thing then turn around and tell you i'm something else, then i feel like that's wrong so i get sent back into a spiral of trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with me." They say with voice laced in stress.
"Y/n trying to find out your gender identity is a very hard thing to do-" Y/n cuts Penelope off.
"Not for you or Emily, You guys just get to be Cis Women but i have to be stuck in this mental hell. This is exhausting Penelope." Y/n says, her voice breaking.
Y/n looks at both of us with tears brimming her eyes.
"I don't want to do this anymore guys. I'm tired of this." They say.
"Y/n what do you think you truly are?" I ask.
"I think i'm in denial over being trans." They say.
"That's what you really feel in your heart Y/N?" I ask.
"Yeah." Y/n says, the tears now falling.
"How can we help?" Penelope asks.
"Uh, could you guys help me cut my hair?" Y/n asks.
We guide Y/n to their bathroom and grab some scissors.
"You sure Y/n?" Penelope asks.
"I'm sure Pen." Y/n says.
"So what should we call you?" I ask.
"Name wise or pronoun wise?" They ask back.
"Either." I say.
"Pronoun wise, you could refer to me as He/They and name wise...i'll have to get back to you on that." They- i mean He says.
"Gotcha." I say.
Penelope finishes Y/n's hair and He gets up to look at it.
Y/n looks at his hair, moving their head side to side to see it throughly.
Y/n puts his hands to his mouth and tears up.
He hugs Penelope tightly, then hugs me tightly.
"I don't know what i'd do without you both." Y/n says crying.
"Well first you'd still be living as someone that isn't you." Penelope says.
"Yeah then you wouldn't be watching your favorite show while drinking tea with your new haircut that looks amazing by the way." I say messing with his hair.
"You guys just did more for me than i could even explain." Y/n says wiping their face.
A/n: Inspired by real life stuff lowkey🫡. i dont know anymore don't ask me😭😭.
*I wanted to fix some typos i saw bc i made this at like 12 in the morning, let me know if you see more :) *
this is what i imagine y/n's hair looks like: (found the pics on pinterest)
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