Wednesday Addams Oneshots

You are a man to me.

Requested by @ethuet

Request Summary: "I request a story with a trans man reader? Like maybe he's self-conscious about intimacy since his transition, and Wednesday reassures him and shows him she loves him?"

A/N: I know I mainly write these stories with the intention of a female perspective. That is because I myself am a woman and find it easier to write the pronouns she/her in my stories than I do for he/him, as I feel as though I will never truly understand how to think or write in a man's perspective. Yet I want to let you all know, whether you are female, male, transgender, non-binary or genderfluid. I want to thank you for reading my stories and supporting me. I hope this story is something you enjoy. I can not promise I will write like this again in the future, as I am comfortable writing for my chosen gender. But just know I love you all, no matter what you identify as. You are all my gremlins. <3

Being born one gender but yearning to be the opposite was a challenge. 

It was a struggle like no other. The body dysphoria, the hatred you felt towards yourself, and the constant nitpicking of your physical features. Some days, you would get so frustrated with yourself being your natural way, you would turn to violence, trying to violently tug off whatever it was that bothered you. 

You were a girl, that's what everyone told you, that's how you born, that's how you were supposed to be. 

But you weren't a girl. You wanted to be a boy, a man. There really wasn't a good explanation to tell people why you felt that way, but you always felt more drawn to masculine things, clothing, lifestyle, and behaviours. 

Your parents would joke and laugh with other parents that you were a tomboy, and that it was probably a phase, and you would soon grow out of it and embrace your inner femininity someday. 

But you were 17 now, and you still wanted to be a boy. You felt like your true self in men's clothing, you felt free when you were alone in your room wearing boxers, and a t-shirt to bed. You felt your best dressed in a suit. 

Your parents didn't understand you at first when you openly expressed your disdain of being a part of the female gender to them when you were 13. They had brushed it off, claiming you were just going through something, and it'll all work itself out. 

At 16 you came out to them as trans-gender, scared out of your goddamn mind that they would kick you out the house and leave you to beg on the streets for money in order to survive. 

They weren't as cruel as to do that, but they were harsh with their words. Your father lashed out, yelling words of anger about how 'unnatural' it was for someone to want to go against their given sex. Whereas your mother had the sweetly condescending tone of 'I'll support you, but how about you just give it a few more years first to see if you still feel the same?' Sort of speech. 

Luckily, you didn't have to deal with them for long, as Nevermore Academy had reached out to you, asking to attend their school, wanting to help you hone your abilities as another Siren student. 

A life where you could live without seeing your parents for a whole year, plus make friends who understand, and be able to get your dead name changed off the register list and into your chosen name? Now that was a blessing within itself. 

You spoke to Principal Weems privately during your interview after you had made a signal with her to do so when your parents were busy gushing over you to her, they used a lot of feminine words to praise you and each one made you internally cringe, your head feeling like nails being scraped along a chalk board. 

You hesitantly explained your situation to the principal, unsure if she was an ally, let alone someone who would use their power within the school to help you be more suited in your new life here.