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Broken Mirror (Masc FTM Reader)

So a couple things, first sorry, life has gotten really crazy these last few months, and I should not have tried to come back at the end of the school year. Burnout is real y'all. Secondly this is a requested(AST3R_TH3_UNKN0WN) chapter that I wrote in the spirits of it being pride month. It was a little difficult because it forced me to step outside of my usual gender neutral writing grounds, but I thought this was definitely the time to give it a shot. This is the Female to Male version, and later I will release the Male to Female version, if someone is interested in that? Lastly for those of you who do read, TW⚠️⚠️: Self harm. All in all this might not be all that accurate because I myself am not a trans person, or someone who deals with this type of issue (I have dated a trans person though), so just let me know if this isn't true to the trans experience.And for all of you who aren't trans or struggle with gender dysphoria, hang tight because in the coming days it will be back to normal again. Thank you all for being so patient and accepting of me, and happy reading💕

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The mirror.

There was a person in the mirror who you didnt recognize. It was someone who you had once been happy with. Someone who you were once content to label as yourself. But not anymore. The face staring back at you was.. Too feminine.

Your mind was confused. The you.. The real you, didnt look like this. The you inside wasnt, and would never be happy with the fem presenting self looking back at the mirror.

Your body was too feminine. Everything was too feminine for your taste. It wasnt you. It will never be you. Or at least a you who you could be comfortable with. Salty tears were making their trails down your face.

You touched your hair.. Considerably long Long and annoying.

Impulse taking over you, you grab the nearest pair of scissors. Nothing but your thoughts were guiding you. Eventually your hair was short, and boyish, whatever the fuck that means.

But this was not yet enough. Your face was still too feminine. Your body was still too feminine. You dug through your drawer, all the way to the back. All the way until

The sports bras. Not one, but two.

Was it exactly healthy? No. But you didnt give a shit. Anything to make the outside match with the image of you inside. It was getting better. And that was where the altering could be stopped. Without any sort of surgery there wasnt much to be done.

It was better, but it still wasnt enough. It wasnt enough It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough.

The growing rage and impatience was penting up. It was growing, and on the verge of coming out. The mirror.. The mirror the mirror.. The mirror., The fucking mirror.

Its the mirror.

Your body moved, as your brain remained in its unresponsive state of misery. You didnt even notice the mug that was sitting on your desk a moment before, was suddenly now in your hand, moving towards your mirror.

Not only did the mirror shatter, but the mug went with it. The noise startled a reaction out of you. To sit, and cry in the pits of shattered glass and porcelain In the depths of your despair, you grab onto the only thing that could snap you out of your state. The sharp.. Pointy glass. The shiny reflective surface of the mirror was slowly drenched in a thick red liquid coming from the fist you were making, all with the glass in the center of it.