It's been a week since he saw him.
His blue eyes popped into his head from time to time.
He searches in the halls for him but he's never to be seen.
He was hanging out with his friends when he saw him.
He was in mid-laugh and he couldn't help by think how youthful he looked.
He avoided him like the plague, not wanting to deal with the fact that someone had seen him.
He hid in the schools restroom until lunch ended.
He was wondering if people thought about him being a girl.
He did act quite feminine but most people just assumed that he was gay.
He as tired of being called the fag. Everyone always said that he was a freak of nature.
They all just stared at him as if he was an alien walking among them.
Why couldn't people see that he was born in the wrong body?
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transgender
Short Storytrans·gen·der - adj. relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. she knew who she was but was too afraid to face herself.
