I'm Transgender...

When I Knew I Was Trans

On December 26th,2002, a little child was born. Her name was Mia. Growing up, her parents always taught her to act like a girl, dress like a girl... Be a girl. Her parents were and are transphobic.

Around the age of 10, she knew she was different. She often talked more to boys, she didn't like any of the clothes she had to wear, and she tried to avoid feminine things.

About a year later, she found a man online who was, as he said, transgender. He was born as a girl, but was always a guy trapped in a girl's body. Mia realized and understood why she was different. She was transgender.

On March 19th, 2016, she came out. That was her first step into being a guy. She started using male pronouns. Her friends started calling her by her preferred name. Max. He was happy.

He came out to his friend Ciara, first. She was more accepting than he could've imagined. She didn't use male pronouns, only because of how other people would think of Max. Max preferred to stay closeted to everyone else at the school. Ciara was the most accepting person Max had.

Then came mother. His mother was the worst. He told her he felt different. That he tried to act female, but never felt like a girl. He said he was a guy. She flipped. She yelled and screamed. Max tried to stay somewhere else for the night, not wanting to be stressed, but no. That couldn't happen. His mother was too much of a bitch.

His father was next. He wasn't as bad. Max Google searched "gender dysphoria" into his phone, hoping he would get the hint. By the face he made, he was accepting about it, but he didn't yell either. He patted Max on the shoulder and said he knew.

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Well, that's my past. The rest is basically me rambling about how my life sucks. I really am a loser, but, hey. Haters gonna hate. I'm still awesome.

See ya, dudes.