Ride the Cyclone Oneshots

Coming Out (Ricky)

TW: None

Her name was Savannah.

Savannah Potts.

A young girl, bound to wheelchair and sign language due to a degenerative disease that she was born with. Besides these facts tho, she was still a mighty creative young girl. She drew pictures, played with her cats, and even learned how to do cool tricks in her wheelchair. She was even in her highschools chamber choir despite her lack of ability to speak. She was the happiest girl you could ever find yourself to be around.

Until she wasn't.

Savannah slowly started to realize that she didnt feel like a girl. No, she didnt feel in her soul that she was the girl she was supposed to be. She didnt identify with that term. Despite how she was born, she felt like she was a boy.

For a while, she tried to ignore this feeling. She hyperfeminized herself. She started wearing bright colored makeup and flowy dresses. She started doing her hair up and painting her nails. For a while, this seemed to work for her. She didnt really feel like a girl, but she was able to still be one.

Then one day, it just stopped working. The makeup started to feel like a hastle and when she looked in the mirror it didnt feel like it was her that she was looking at. The flowy dresses started making her cringe to wear. The hairstyles all felt wrong on her. She just felt like a boy, but that wasnt right.

At a choir meeting one afternoon, she brought this up to one of her closest friends there, Constance Blackwood.

"Constance, can I ask you something" Savannah signed at Constance, while the choir director was rumaging through some music sheets.

"Of course!" Constance signed back, trying to keep quiet as to not catch the directors attention.

"Have you ever felt like you weren't a girl?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Constance asks, a confused look on her face.

"Like, have you ever felt like a boy. Like, you're a girl, but on the inside you're a boy." Savannah tried her best to explain.

"Oh." Constance said quietlty.

Savannah went ridged. Had she said something wrong? Was what she was thinking bad? Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up in the first place.

"Sav!" Constance whisper yelled, grabbing her attention again. "Can you tell me what you mean exactly?"

"Yeah, let me try my best." Savannah thought for a second before signing once more. "Like, when I was little, I used to think of myself as a boy, even though I'm a girl. And when I got older and knew I was supposed to be a girl, I still felt like a boy. I keep putting on makeup and dresses and girl stuff, but I still feel like a boy. Have you ever felt like that?"

"Savannah, do you know what a transgender is?" Constance asked.

"I've heard of it." Savannah replied.

"Incase you dont know, a transgender person is a person who doesnt identify with the gender that they were born with. Like a person who is born a girl, but identifies as a boy." Constance explains to Savannah.

Savannah is mind blown. Thats her. Thats who she is. Shes a transgender.

"Me." Savannah signs shakily.

"You?" Canstance asked.

"Thats me. I'm transgender." Savannah responds, just as shaky.

"Thats awesome!" Constance signs, a huge smile on her face.