Life of a Transgender Boy.

Chapter 2.

When I started middle school, everything got worst. My mum married again with a boy that could be my older brother, he was 20. But nevermind. Let's talk about me.
I was the only girl in school who still was wearing skirts and blouses.. All my "friends" wore trousers, t-shirts...
I was such a "princess", and I hated it.
One day I asked my mum something.
"Mommy? Can you buy me some trousers?"
"No Tanya! You are a girl! Not a boy!"
"But my friends wear them! Why can't I? Am I that different?"
I ran to my room, crying. She was evil! My sis Ashley could wear trousers, she was 7 that year.
I heard someone talking at my door.
"Honey get out... I'm sorry..."
"No."
I was mad at her. I cried almost all day.
After two or three hours, my aunt Laura came into our house.
"Where's Tanya?"
"She's in her room."
"Why?"
"Because I've forbidden her to wear trousers and t-shirts and boy-ish things You know what I mean."
"Again? C'mon Alice, you know she doesn't like it. She is growing up, she has periods... She isn't a baby anymore! How long do I have to repeat this?"
She came into my room and hugged me   tightly.
"Come with me, Tanya. I'm gonna buy you some new clothes."
"Thank you auntie."
We went to the store and she bought me a lot of trousers, shirts, caps...
She was like a second mum to me.
When we got back at home, I tried on what she bought. Finally!
The next two years I started dressing like a boy even at school.
It was hard for my mum to accept it but in the end, she made it!
One day at school, I was walking around to go to my class...
"Hey you Tanya..."
"Yes sir? What do you want?"
"Oh nothing."
He was bullying me. He punched my eye and kicked my stomach.
"I wish I was a boy."
These were my thoughts.
When I got home my mum hitted me more than the bully. So I picked up my things and went out. I walked away to Laura's house.
"Tanya! What are you doing here? Oh shit you're bleeding!"
She took my hand and took me in.
"Auntie... Adopt me, please."
"Honey, I can't. You have a mum, a sister and a brother... I can't..."
"So, make a boy out of me."
"Wait... What?"
She was surprised, but she took a chair and sit in front of me.
"Can you explain this better?"
"Sure uhm... I think I am a boy. I started thinking about it when I was at your house... You know, when you bought me the mustache... I was so happy, and now that I am dressing like a boy I'm so happy... And I don't want to start High School on this body."
"Okay, I understood. I'll stand by you, but we have to tell it to your mum."
"Can you do it for me?"
"Of course."
I was free now. I told her what I really felt... Thomas was coming out.