"This is the girls restroom what are you doing?!?" A girl says, as she pushes Zailah away, she notices something unusual. Zailah looked at her and continued walking into the restroom. "Weirdo" The girl walked away in complete disgust . This, unfortunately, was nothing new for Zailah at all. She was only 11 when she first experienced her first attack, and from then it has only gotten worse .
When Zailah got home she ran to her room and looked in her mirror. A male looked back. The little boy has grown. She never was a girl in her eyes, yet she was told everyday and yanked away from the places that she thought she belonged. Oh and now .... Her breasts were coming in. Her period has come and her hips a bit wider. Her body was a little curvier than before. Zailah took off her jacket then one shirt after another reavealing her small breasts compressed by tape. She unwrapped herself and looked at different angles of the two things that weren't meant to be there.
*A door quickly opens. In between reveals the face of her mother who was not paying attention at the moment*
Zailah gasped , startled by the door and began to scramble for a cover up
Her mother, who was once not paying attention, looked at her daughter in awe.
The tape had left red marks on her skin. It was obvious that there was blood beginning to flow back into that area. At that moment Zailah knew for sure that that was it. Her mother warned her before about her issues with homosexuality . All she wished for was the little girl that she birthed but that's not who zailah was.
"Out" Zailah's mother mumbled as she wiped the tear that escaped her eye. "GET . OUT. " Her mother swung at her for the first time. Zailah knew it was serious. As her mother walked out she packed up the items that she needed and went out the back the back door to nowhere.
