Random Youtuber One Shots

Call me Different

Joey's pov

Gender, isn't that a fun word? The thing that tells you who you basically have to be. If you are a boy you have to be a leader, strong and independent. Never needs help, always knows what to do. If you're a girl, your place is to be feminine, the damsel in distress. Yes i know those are methods from over like eighty years ago but that's what i think of it.

I am obviously a boy, i'm supossed to like sports and other masculine things to prove what gender i am. But i don't like those things, i like getting my nails done, i like talking to girls in a feminine way. I like wearing tight clothes and having light make up on. I absolutely adore high heels and thick, cute, boots in the winter time.

I don't like football, or soccer, or baseball. I'd rather talk about boys i like or the next nail color i want. But in the world i live in, that's basically unacceptable. The motto is, if it's your gender, then act like it. I honestly hate that but it's what i have to live with. I don't specifically want to be a girl i just want to act like one and be accepted for it. Being a somewhat transgender teenager is just very difficult. Especially when someone found out and told the school i dressed as a girl out of school.

I occasionally try on wonen's clothing just because i feel pretty. No one would understand what i feel. No one could possibly love a freak. In my life that's all i wanted. A man to love me and cherish me for my flaws and my talents. But that's impossible, i have no good qualities or talents in my entire body. I'm just a shell of a person that was cursed to walk this earth in torment.

It was another day and i had to get to school or as i and every other teen in the worlds call it, hell. I took a shower and washed my face looking at myself in the mirror. I applied a bit of light foundation and powder just so i could feel like i looked decent.

I put on a black button up and white jeans. What? I may be a depressed disaster but i'm not gonna dress like it. I styled my hair and slipped on my black shoes. I grabbed my back pack and walked down the stairs with no bounce in my step like i used to. I had that bounce and skip in my step about six months ago.

Authors note.

This was going somewhere but I gave up. I doubt anyone reads this book anymore. Meh