green sweater » jeremike

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It's usually the same thing everyday.

I wake up, I look in the mirror and point out every little thing I hate about myself before getting ready for school.

Hair, eyes, nose, skin, my overall feminine figure.. I hate all of it.

I'm a transgender, and came out to my parents a long time ago. Apparently, they didn't believe that for a minute.

They had told me that if God wanted me to be a boy, He would've made me boy. So I suppose they're saying I'm wrong. Honestly, I don't know.

I'm pansexual; which is another thing my parents don't get, but that doesn't bother me as much. I can't get a girlfriend because they say I'm a freak, and boys just want me because of my feminine body. It all just makes me want to kill myself..

But he stops me.

Michael Schmidt; my only friend.

He calls me by my preferred name and pronouns, and calls me his 'babyboy', which makes me blush at times, but I appreciate the gesture. He's all I could want in a boyfriend, but he's gay. And I'm a girl.

"Victoria! You're gonna miss the bus!" My mom called.

"Coming!" I replied, slipping into my binder and school uniform before going downstairs.

"Honey, stop binding your chest like that. You're gonna get breast cancer." My mom sighed as she noticed my flat chest.

"Although I'm pretty sure that's not how that works.." My dad chimed in, looking up from his work laptop, "You're mother is right. You have an amazing body, Tori-"

"My name is Jeremy." I cut him off. I remind them of this everyday, but it never pays off.

"Victoria Fitzgerald, we talked about this." My mom spoke up again.

"Whatever.. I'm not hungry. I'll see you later." I sighed, walking out of the house and almost crying. They were right; I'm a girl. That's why Mike doesn't love me. Why do I even try?

I walked to the bus stop silently, trying to focus on anything but my gender. I got to the stop and suddenly smiled when I saw Mike there. Mike looked absolutely perfect in his uniform. The tie around his collared shirt made him look simply breathtaking. If only I could wear the same outfit. I'm stuck with a schoolgirl uniform. A sweater and collared shirt with a skirt, along with thigh high socks.

"Hey, Jere." Mike smiled as he noticed me.

"H-Hey, Mike." I replied.

"How's your day today?" He asked. It seemed like an awkward thing to say, but he asked me everyday and made sure that I was feeling okay. I couldn't lie, because Mike was a lie detector on legs. He could always tell when I was not speaking truthfully.

"I guess it wasn't that great.." I shrugged.

"Did your parents?.." Mike trailed off. I knew what he was talking about and nodded.

"Well, fuck them." Mike chuckled a bit. "They can't tell you how to feel. You're a handsome young man, and never forget it, okay?" Mike's blue eyes lit up in happiness. I couldn't say no to that adorable face.

"Okay." I giggled slightly. The bus approached quickly, and we boarded silently. We sat next to eachother and talked about everything. Mike was my distraction, and it made me feel comfortable. He made me laugh and forget about my problems, and I loved him for it.

"But honestly, what kind of sicko would argue Flowey over Asriel?" Mike laughed.

"Chara, I guess." I shrugged.

"But they're friend with Asriel, right?" Mike grinned, knowing he was right.

"Whatever. I like Flowey's voice." I admitted.

"Satan on helium?" Mike questioned.

"Yeah, yeah. It's stupid.." I shied away.

"You're like a little Chara." Mike briefly laid his hand on mine, making me gasp and fluster.

"Oh, sorry." Mike blushed a light pink, but smirked.

"What was that for?" I snickered.

"Your reactions are cute, that's all." He ruffled my curly hair. To that, I was speechless. I hated to disagree with Mike, and I didn't know how to take compliments, so I blushed and changed the subject.

"S-So, how's Doll?" I asked. Doll was Mike's sister, who recently came out as lesbian to the family.

"Good, I think she's going out with that girl Taylor in 3rd period gym class." Mike smiled his perfect smile.

"Aw, that's cute." I answered.

"She won't talk to me about her girlfriends because apparently I wouldn't understand." Mike rolled his eyes.

"I know I wouldn't, but you've had plenty of boyfriends, right?" I asked.

"Not really. None of them really made me feel.. I don't know, happy? They all just wanted my dick pretty much." Mike looked over at the window.

Oh, Mike. I wouldn't use you for sex..

"That sucks.." I bit my lip. I wanted to yell at him for being so blind. He could love me. I wouldn't use him or try to get in his pants constantly. He knows that, so why doesn't he see it? Is it because I'm actually a girl? That's probably why, if I was born a boy, Mike would love me. For now, I guess I'll just hope for the best.