Septiplier One Shots

Life in Perspective

Warning: Slight Transphobic behavior

Jack watched his reflection in the mirror and couldn't stop a grin from spreading across his face. He looked...he looked amazing. He felt amazing. Jack gently shrugged his shirt off, careful to not hurt himself.

Jack felt tears build up in his eyes. It might not be the most pretty thing to look at right now but he couldn't find it himself to care. A shaky hand raised itself to run a finger against the fresh wounds that would soon be scars. They felt uncomfortable but nothing compared to the horribly uncomfortable pain he'd been feeling for his whole life before the surgery.

Years he had never been able to fell like himself. Sure he had come out in high school, everyone for the most part, had been understanding. His mother was shocked, to say the least. He couldn't blame her but she said she loved him just the same has she had loved her before. His father had been confused, it took a long time to explain. A lot of tears and yelling later but finally his father wrapped his arms around him whispering that he'd rather have a son over a daughter any day if that meant he was alive.

Jack's boyfriend at the time hadn't been as understanding. He called him a bitch, told him he was doing it for attention, that he wasn't who he was and he never would. Told him he better knock it off or no one would ever love him. Jack still remembers the words cutting deep.

"You're better than this. Come on babe," he sneered. He had his hand wrapped tightly around Jack's wrist, "I've seen you naked and you're no man."

Jack slapped him.

His mother took him shopping a week after he told her. She helped him go through all his old clothes, he threw most of it away. She had kissed his head when he came out in hoodie and jeans and her hat on his head with all his long hair tucked up inside. The next day she took him for a haircut. Jack got rid of most of it but his mom told him to keep the hat.

Jack remembers staring into the mirror at the hairdresser with tears streaming down his face. He was so happy.

The topic of medication came up the year after high school had ended. Jack whispered that he wanted to start injections one night at dinner. His siblings were quick to scatter leaving just him and his parents. His father seemed confused but again he agreed that whatever Jack needed he would get. His mother just smiled and told him she wondered why he hadn't asked sooner.

The doctor was understanding and after a million questions and tests later he had his first injection. It didn't do anything. But after several months, Jack could see the changes. The hair on his face had grown out, his voice wasn't as high pitched but still high. He felt amazing. Finally one day, the doctor asked him about his opinion on top surgery. Jack said he was happy right now and didn't need it, saying he was flat chested and he was fine for now. His doctor nodded but told him that if it was ever something he wanted they could talk.

The day Jack legally changed his name was stressful but it felt good finally fill out a college application with the correct name.

Jack moved into his dorm and felt himself shaking. He would be rooming with another guy and he hoped to god this wasn't going to be bad for him. He had worked so hard to get into the male dorms. Jack sat on the bed rubbing the material of his pants. When the door clicked open he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Jack remembers losing his breath for a second. The man was gorgeous. He wasn't exactly tall but he looked like he belonged in a Greek painting. The man greeted him with a smile and Jack felt himself smiling back without meaning to.

The man stuck his hand out, "Hi. I'm Mark and I guess we are roommates."

Jack took the hand with his own shaky hands, "Hey. I'm Jack."