A/N:
There are probably only gonna be a few sentences for each part in this depending on how much I feel like writing. This is all true. This is my life. My life being transgender.
All names have also been changed (except mine) for the sake of others in this.
I don't know how to tell them. Dad already knows. He figured it out from the way I've been dressing since I got my hair cut. He came up to me on Wednesday, after I got home from hanging out with Issi.
It was the first time I'd gone out trying to look like a boy. Issi said I looked pretty convincing which made me happy. I'd worn a flat-bill hat backwards, with some of my dark bangs hanging down over my glasses. I also had black skinny jeans that were a bit baggy around the waist. I had a loose fitting dark Marvel t-shirt on with a tight sports bra under to make my chest as flat as I possibly could without binding since I don't have a real binder and I don't want to hurt myself. I finished off with my galaxy Vans.
Anyway, back to when Dad came up to me. I'd been cleaning the room I share with my little sister, Emma. He'd knocked on the door and I walked over and opened it. I don't quite remember what he said but it was something along the lines of "Whatever you are, (referring to my gender I assume) whoever you want to be, I support and love you."
He said some other stuff too but I don't remember it, probably because I was trying so hard to not tear up in front of him. I didn't say anything and I just nodded and gave a slight "mhmm" when he finished his speech.
I quietly shut the door as he walked off and collapsed on the floor in tears. I didn't know why I was crying. He accepted me. He basically just told me that he knew and that he was okay with it. Now at least if Mom doesn't accept me, he will. I don't have to worry about being kicked out or anything.
I just don't know how to actually tell them. How am I supposed to break it to them that their little girl isn't a girl anymore? I wrote them letters, (I'll include them later.) but I don't know if I want to give them those. I don't know how to feel. I'm nervous and anxious and scared. It's this how it's supposed to feel?
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They keep calling that name. I hate that name. Jasmine. It's so ugly. So girly. I'm not a girl. That's not my name. My name is Jesse. Call me Jesse. Or even Jess. I don't care. Anything but Jasmine. I HATE that name. It's disgusting. It's who I used to be. I'm not her anymore. I can't blame them for cashing me that though. They don't know yet. They don't realize it bothers me. Every time they say "Jasmine" or "she" or "her" my face drops a little more. It hurts. That's not who I am. I want to tell them but I'm afraid. I'm afraid my mom won't support me.
