You are a boy, you deserve to be treated like one.

Prologue: The way it was before

Y/N's P.O.V

TW: Mentions of Physical Ab*se

Ever since I was young, I knew I was "different" that was one of the "nicer" words some people would use. I didn't like wearing feminine clothing, like dresses and skirts and stuff. A lot of the time, I would get called a "Tom Boy" because I would choose to wear jeans and sneakers instead of skirts and stuff. When Puberty hit, I was confused. A better word would be disgusted rather than confused. I didn't understand but also was revolted by my body. It was a feeling of anxiety. My chest would get tight, and I would feel like I was scared to shower or get dressed.

I began to skip school and wear the same clothes daily, and I didn't know why. That was until I got my first phone. I was 13 and allowed to be free and have privacy, with slight restrictions, of course. I began to discover things that were along the lines of and related to, sexuality and gender. I learned that there was a such thing as being, or "Identifying," as some people called it as transgender. There was also something called gender dysphoria and not being the gender you were assigned (or biological gender) mentally.

I read that gender dysphoria was like a feeling of anxiety in a lot of trans people were mistaken for having anxiety or depression because they had never voiced how they felt. I began to look into it more, asking my friends at the time if they had ever heard of this. They looked at me as if in shock. Telling me that they always thought that but didn't want to offend me. They recommended that I should talk to the school counselor. So I did, the biggest mistake I may have ever made at that time.

The counselor later on told my parents, not something I wanted, but I sort of expected it. I was slightly scared to go home that day, and I had to nonetheless. I had walked up from the bus to my parents on the porch. I smiled nervously before getting a hard smack across the face from my dad. I was surprised, frightened, all while just confused. I was told that if I really was a man, I should have been able to take that. I was then told that my stuff had already been packed into boxes and that they were "sending me off" I honestly thought that sending me off meant maybe one of those scary conversion camps I always read about.

I never thought that meant I would never see my parents, the "family" I knew again...