pronouns ; t.s. and c.f.

b

troye didn't feel like a boy. but he did yesterday.

he didn't understand what was wrong with him. he wanted to wear his sister's clothes and make-up. he wanted to be a girl.

it made him feel wrong, but he didn't know how to stop it. so he took to tumblr. tumblr quickly showed people like him were called gender-fluid, people who switched between genders.

he decided to go by she today. she felt right now.

she decided to call phil and ask his opinion. phil had a positive opinion, though he was confused. he asked troye if he was going to still go by troye. she said yes, for a name requires more thought then a brief moment.

phil smiled, saying "you know i'll always support you tro. as will any of your friends. i'll make sure dan does, if he doesn't i'll tickle him till he does," he laughed.

troye laughed, feeling bubbly. she needed that in her life, supportive friends and happy people. after all, she wasn't really all that happy herself, despite the fact that she was laughing at the moment.

"well, g'night phil, see ya tomorrow." troye said.

"g'night."

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troye didn't sleep. at all.

she felt sick and disgusting. why did she feel like a girl? she was a fucking boy.

"he," she whispered. "i'm a boy, not a fucking girl. he."

troye was angry at the world. at phil for not telling him to fucking realize he was being an idiot, at his parents for letting this happen, and at himself for feeling that way. he was a boy through and through, and nothing should have changed that.

soon enough sleep consumed troye, and it seemed that seconds later he woke up to people talking all around him. in reality it was the radio that was his alarm, but for some strange reason his conscious didn't recognize that immediatly. he slapped the alarm to turn it off and got up, walking over to his closet. he saw the masculine clothes and was angry. he decided to use she/her pronouns again. (a/n damn troye chill)

while she wandered her room she tried to think of a name. maybe just t, for that could stand for a number of things. she liked that and texted Phil, "if you could call me t, that would be nice."

phil responded sure and so t went on with her day, picking out a pair of jeans and a large t-shirt. it said "if dreams come true, nightmares must be dreams too." it was not too masculine, but obviously not quite feminine enough for t's liking. she really wanted to wear a skirt right now, but she was nowhere near comfortable enough.

she wanted to buy new clothes. so she texted phil if, after school, he would take t shopping. t said of course. he didn't really understand t, but he would always support her.

hi hi! k here and I'm bored af so I finished this chapter - though I hate how it ended out. I have no inspiration for this story but I want to continue