You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

ahh, chapter name here

(TW: Lee has time to himself to think and he thinks about war between Ukraine and Russia. Skip this is that triggers you any. (Lee loves Ukraine with some of his heart because somehow most of it was given to James))

Testosterone has helped me a lot in this journey as a trans man. Or boy, I don't know, I think I'm fifteen now? It indeed has helped me a lot, but I thought about it, and I took a step back, and realized how much money James was putting in for me to be the guy I wanna be. The guy I am.

To top it all off, hea been getting me gifts. I think it's time I treat him to something nice, a resort maybe. Somewhere far, far away from America. Well, I can't afford that. I mean, I could go to Ukraine. That's in my price range.

Walking to school, on a Thursday, and my mind is in a different world.

Today was my off day of wearing my binder, as wearing it for more than seven days or something is band for you. I should now the exact number of days, considering it's something I have invested in to feel comfortable.

And since today is my off day, I'm wearing overalls. I wear them more than just every five days, as they're one of my favourite pieces of clothing.

I'm wearing my black overalls, holes in the pant part, and a Godzilla peaking his head out of the pocket. Not all of my overalls have an animal peeking out of the pocket, I swear.

My black overalls, paired with my classic converse, just black and white, apparently makes my pretty boy-ness more noticeable to the normal human eye. And yes, James is not a normal human, he's a wonderful, kind-hearted soul, that I met because he thought I was cool, so this means he sees my handsomeness, pretty boy-ness, everything, while the normal, disgusting human being only sees a disgusting rat that hasn't gotten any sleep.

James said he couldn't go to school today, because his mom needed him to bake cookies or something. I whined and whined if I could stay home with him, but answer was "I would, but my mom wants to spend time with me, and well. I'm so sorry!" and in which, I'm fine with that.

It's gonna help with my plans. My plans to go to Ukraine. Ukraine used to be a place that outsiders were not allowed to go, because of the war between them and stupid motherfucking idiots of Russia.

Well, that changed quite frequently, and now Ukraine is the winner of a fight. I was surprised when I heard this, as well last I checked, they weren't doing so well.

I stopped walking for a second.

I closed my eyes. Tears started bubbling up around my eyeballs. I don't know why I was thinking about this, it just makes me cry.

I started walking again.

And soon, my brain went to math.

Ok, so if I have three thousand dollars, somehow, and it costs like fifty grand to travel to Ukraine, then that would mean I would have to earn. 50 minus three, which is 47. I have to make 47 thousand dollars. Jeeezus.

I took out my phone, and started looking for jobs that would except lil ole me, and pay me well.

Finding a job like that is not easy, as I just realized.

I laughed, and looked up, and was about to turn around to talk to James, when I remembered he wasn't here with me for the school day.

I brushed off a tear, a booked it to school. I was about to earn so much money, and spend it going to Ukraine, and hopefully make a couple new friends.

Maybe one that has like five thousand names, and half the time I don't even know what name to call her.