I knew from the beginning that I was different not in the good sense more in the disturbing sense.
It started in the 6th grade when I met Wiki after a short time I became attached to her she was the only person with whom I felt understood, calm and confident.
One night I was sitting with her on the roof of some shithole, we were drinking sodas and talking about our lives at some point she taked out a pack of malboro reds and a lighter without any thinking i grabed one and we strted smoiking as she was inhaling she asked me do you ever feel like taking a blade and dragging it across your skin and press it and watch the blood come out of the wound ?
I answerd i never did that and i dont feel the urge but i think i will do it sometime , in no time she emptied the pack of cigarettes with the cigarettes fell out a white paper she took the paper and opend it there was a razor blade she took it and pointed it at me and said we can do it together or i can do it alone, I didnt want for her to do it alone so i said sure but i dont know how to so you can cut mine
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The Wrong Body
Teen Fictionteenage trans boy traped inside the wrong body thoughts and environment
