Trying To Fit

The day my life was about to start

'THOMAS JAKSON' screamed my mum 'GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE NOW ITS 10 MINUTES TILL CHURCH!'
I'll put it simple, I hate church, I hate my school, I hate my life, well who does like life when your different. Well when your this different.
A few friends have guessed, like putting on make up in the loos the nail polish, it all added up until one day they just asked 'Tom we know your gay' thats where they went wrong, I wasnt gay i was a straight girl inside a boy. 'Tom are you dressed, get dressed now'
I quickly got out of bed. Went straight to the ceiling high wardrobe. I looked for some suitable clothes, i pushed passed the masses of stuff i got as hand me downs from my older brother Ben, they where all gross, i ignored the box that i kept all my girls stuff, there a simple white top and jeans should do. 'Tom downstairs now' I sliped on some shoes and grabbed my ipod. 'Coming'.
Downstairs i saw my family standing impatiently, my sister, sky, who was 12 was staring daggers at me, well she has been since i accidently ruined her dress. My brother stood next to her, his tawny hair hiding his eyes, everyine westgreen high thiught he was cute, even I thought he was. My parwnts glared at me giving me the we are late and its your fault look i stared back giving the who cares eyes, I'll pay for that later.
After about 10 minutes in a car between a moody almost teen and a hunky brother we had arrived at the all so familiar building St Mathews. It was so old. It was tacky it was not nice.
The service was about to start when we walked in so my mum pushed us to our regular seats at the front pew.
'God accepts us for whatever we are' the minister droned on, I knew he didn't believe that, he himself had talked about gender confusion and how bad it is, but yet he mangeged to talk about it for 30 minutes. Soon the service had finished and my mum said i could go home early if i walked so i set off to clear my head.

When i got home i went straight to my fortress of solitude aka my room i immediately stipped my jeans and top of. Was it weird i recorded my height and how low voice was how fat how muscular, pubic hair. And down there. The higher i get the worse. I got my notepad and the measuring tape, height: 5,4", I've grown. Waist: 13" lost a bit of weight. Voice: lowish. Ok not to good not food at all. I take of my pants. Measure... it's grown. I hate being a boy and most of all i hate the thing that defines me being a boy. It just hangs there and worst of all unless i do so ething soon i will nave to go through puberty twice, last night wet dream, last week you dont wanna know.

'Hi hon we're home,'
Quick pull up pants move notepad change into jeans, 'Hi' i am going to do it ' how was the vicar?' i am going to come out.
'Oh he was great' she shouted up the stairs, ' we vot on a right rant about how transgendered people have a desiase, they should all die, i think they should just kill themselves.
I froze... I knew she thought it but i didnt think she would say it.
The rest of the day i spent in my room going through my box of girl stuff.
The dress, it was short and clung in the right places if only i had those places, the wig loads of other stuff.
Eventually, i went downstairs only to hear my dad screaming at the tv. I got some crisps and walked into the lounge , sat down on the unoccupied chair the rest of the family were there.
They switched onto the news, my face brightend as it was about the decrease in pricing of the sex change, umfortunateley my mum and dad started shouting. 'They should not be allowed' said my mum.
'They're infected members of society. Kill them all.'

Suddenly i stood up, i could feel my red face.
'SHUT UP' I screamed
'Why?' Asked my mum.
' BECAUSE I DONT WANNA BE A BOY, I WANT TO BE A GIRL.' I turned away and stormed upstairs

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