Calum stared at his reflection and everything was wrong. The way his black hair fell to his boobs, the fact that he had boobs was wrong. He was wearing a pastel blue jumper which was tucked into a white skirt. He stared in the mirror and his eyes flickered to the makeup on his face. He had been trained to be able to flick his eyeliner out since he was 13 and 5 years later, he was still doing it.
"Lucy, you're going to be late for school if you don't stop looking at yourself," Mali, his sister, said and Calum grabbed his white backpack off the floor and smiled at his sister.
"Sorry, I was just making sure that my outfit was 100 percent perfect," he said and the voice that came out of his mouth didn't match the person in his head.
"You look beautiful, as always. I don't get why you're always so worried, lil sis," Mali said and Calum giggled and blushed. He had to admit that he was pretty good at lying about his gender.
The two walked to Mali's car and drove to school. He watched out the window and listened as Taylor Swift's new album played quietly, the two both loved the album. Calum noticed the tall blonde kid that they drove past every day, who he also waved at every day.
"Why didn't you curl your hair? It would've made your look 200 percent better for when we take that outfit of the day for your Instagram later," Mali said and Calum pouted.
"You could've told me that before we left the house, now I'll feel so self-conscious the entire day. You're the worse," he said, and he somewhat did care.
People said that if you were transgender then you wouldn't like girly things, but he had read stories where boys wore skirts and were still a boy. Why was he any less of a boy when he wore skirts and did his makeup perfectly? He knew that if his gender was a girl then he wouldn't hate his body, but the way that his body curved and the weight of his boobs made him hate his body. He didn't hate it because he wore female clothes.
"I'm sorry, Lucy. You're looking super-hot though," Mali said and Calum sent her a cheeky smile. He tried to hide the disgust for the female name that no one knew that he hated. He had grown great at acting in his years of knowing that he was transgender.
"So, do I meet you at the car after school or do I need to talk to Ashton and get a ride from him?" Calum asked as Mali parked the car.
Mali was known for skipping classes and would sometimes invite Calum to join her, but he was too afraid to. What if they got caught? What if his mum found out and took away his phone.
"Just ask Ashton to give you a ride, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you today," Mali teased and Calum's cheeks turned rosy from embarrassment.
The boy had a slight crush on Ashton, an innocent boy who was a grade above him. Calum got out of his older sister's car and rushed to the school doors. He didn't need Mali embarrassing him in front of any of his friends.
"Lucy!" Someone exclaimed as Calum walked through the doors of his school. Another day of being misgendered and being called the wrong name, or just any other day. He turned to see his best friend Gwen, she was wearing the same outfit as him, just different colors and different shoes.
"Gwenie!" He fake squealed, he wished that he could feel the excitement that girls feel towards their best friends, but he didn't.
"We're literally twins, I mean look at us," Gwen said and Calum was fonding over her when she said that. Calum couldn't help it whenever Gwen showed up with her prize winning golden hair curled to utter perfection and blue eyes sparkling in delight.
"We totally are twins, Gwenie," he said and she giggled at him. Gwen suddenly looked up at him and got an excited expression.
"You'll never believe who called me cute last night," she said and Calum faked a smile.
