TW: could possibly cause dysphoria.
"Elsie! Time to get up!"
Why is she yelling it's Satur- oh no.
"We have to go! Your grandparents are waiting, and you know they hate waiting!"
They also hate me.
"Ugh! Elsie!" My mom says as she pulls my covers off my head. The bright light burns my eyes for a moment before my moms head covers it, hovering over my face.
"There's my girl! Wake up hun!"
"Mom, I told you. One; I'm not a girl. And two; I don't wanna go!"
"Well one; you'll always be my little girl. And two; you have to."
"I think I just cringed. Don't call me that ever."
"But you are! My little baby girl!" She says hugging me too tight and rocking me back and forth quickly.
"stop!!"
"Cmon El. Get dressed please,"
"Fine.."
I put on a baggy band t-shirt and some baggy ripped jeans. Baggy clothes are my best friend, for they cover all my curves. Nothing will help with my chest though. Nothing but a binder. A chest binder, that is. Not a school one like my mom thought. My chest is huge, so I doubt a binder would do much.
I slip on my converse and head to the car in which my mother was already sitting in the driver seat. I sit next to her in the passenger.
I hate going to my grandparents house.
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Srry this is mainly dialogue lol it's just to set up the story.
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I Don't Know My Name // a trans youth story
General FictionTW: dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia and slurs (I can reclaim) i'm Elsie. Or I think I am. I don't know who I am anymore. Ever since i was fairly young Ive thought on myself as a boy. But, I was born in a girls body. I don't know what this means...
