[OLD] Transgender With a Persona (Trans Peter Parker)

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7 yr old Peter's POV:

I walked around the school field looking at daisies. I look up and see a bunch of boys looking like they are having fun. I decided to walk up to them and see what they were doing.

They all started to stare at me as I came closer.

"Hi there," I greeted nervously.

"What do you want, little girl?" The main one of the group asked me.

"I'm just wondering if I could play with you guys. You look like you're having fun." I said hoping they'd say yes.

"Umm- noooo!" One of the boys said.

"Yeah. Girls have cooties!" Another added.

My heart sank.

"So how about you take your disgusting girl cooties away from us boys and leave." The main one spoke once again.

"Okay..." I said and walked away.

I heard laughter behind me. "You told her flash!"

I leaned on the fence that surrounds the field. I couldn't help but cry.

Why does no-one wanna play with me?

"Are you okay?" I heard a feminine voice.

I looked up and saw a girl with red hair

"I saw what happened there with those boys. So I wanted to check on you." She said,

I wiped my tears. "I wanted to play with them because they looked like they were having fun. But they said no and said I had cooties."

"Awwww. That's mean," she said. "I can play with you if you want."

I smiled. "Okay."

She smiled back. "My name is Mary Jane. What's yours?"

I told her my name back.

"That's a cute name, although it doesn't really sound like it fits you..."

"Really? I thought I was the only one."

11 yr old Peter POV:

I screamed.

Why is there blood everywhere? Where did it come from?

Aunt May entered my room. "Oh my."

I looked up at her.

"Well then, I should have explained earlier."

What did she mean by that?

"Now niece," she started. "You will be going through some changes."

She proceeded to explain about periods and how I would get boobs. I didn't like the sound of any of that. I mean, bleeding just because I didn't want to have a child this month? That's just wrong.

"Now I'll go get you some pads. Stay here and don't move. I'll be quick." She said before leaving my room

I felt horrible. I clenched my stomach. I can't believe I have to deal with this for the rest of my life.

13 yr old Peter POV:

I looked in the mirror. Then I looked down. I hated everything about my body. My long hair. My curves. These huge fat excuses for being "female" on my chest. I cry everyday wishing they all would go away. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

I cut off bits of my hair. It looked horrible. Maybe that's why people pay expensive haircut shops to get their haircut.