My Story (MtF)

Part Two: Junior High

Well, this is where things get interesting and detailed. I'm going to start out in the summer. I had just been charged with sexual assault for a game of truth or dare gone wrong. I had told my (secret) boyfriend at the time about it, and he was furious. He was a couple of years older than me, and therefore had a major physical advantage. He pushed me onto the bed, and started going on about how I betrayed him, and didn't deserve him. He then pulled off his pants, and raped my mouth while holding a knife to my throat. After he had finished, he cut my arm, a cut that I now usually just say was self harm, and knocked me out. After I woke up, I found myself in my house. He had apparently told my parents that I had passed out while we were walking to my place. I checked my phone and found a text from him saying that he would track me down and kill me if I ever told anyone about it. Now, a few days later I walked into my junior high school for the first time. I had immediately been singled out as "the faggot of the class." I had no issues with that, aside from knowing that people would hate me. I couldn't have been more wrong. I almost never didn't have a boyfriend, almost always older than me. Grade seven, and having a constant stream of guys after me. I found out why about a month after school started. My boyfriend at the time had invited me over to his place to spend the night. Being born a guy, my parents agreed. Once everyone else in the house had gone to bed, we were awake talking. Sitting on his bed, about a foot apart, when he leaned forward and kissed me. I was shocked, and didn't say anything as he had kissed started kissing my neck. When I finally asked him what he was doing, he said, "Relax, it's normal. I promise not to hurt you." I regrettably trusted him, and decided to let him keep going. He kissed his way down my chest and pulled down my waistband. I froze up and tried to cross my legs and bring them up to my chest. He stopped, and held me while I was shaking until I stopped. After he had looked me in the eye. He told me that he promised not to hurt me, and that he had intended on keeping that promise. A couple of weeks had passed, and I finally let him pressure me into letting him. He left me on edge and pressured me into returning the favour. I had lost myself that evening, and I will elaborate with saying that it only took a few months for me to be a frequent partier, drinker, and druggie. Now I'm just going to skip over to part three.