Line of Time

Growing up Broken...

As time went on Samantha did not get better with her conflict. Her gender stayed true to herself but to others they chose to stay blind on the matter. Her first year of high school flew by in a haze of quiet class time, late homework and family fights. Still her issue of being a boy trapped in a girl's body that was changing into a woman. Her period had made things worse in her mind. When she had gotten it she did not tell her mother, she did not tell anyone, she refused to acknowledged it. She did not want to face the fact that her sex was wrong... 

No one found out about her body becoming a woman until her mother found a stash of pads in her dresser...

She didn't tell anyone about her breasts growing in either... She did push-ups, lifted weights and everything she could think of to keep her breasts to a small size. But her hormones were faster than she was and her mother noticed her blossoming buds... No sport bras for her, no her mother wanted to feel as womanly as possibly. She was so happy to see her growing into a beautiful woman, like she had always wanted in a daughter. But Samantha did not see it was the same way as her mother or family...

Her mother made sure that she looked like a lady every morning before leaving for school... Her father told her she was beautiful and that she was the apple of his eye. Her brothers made sure that she knew that no boys would give her any unwanted attention during her high school days... But what they didn't know was that she could care less about the boys around her or at their school. Well at least with how she looked at the moment she could care less. She hated every single part of herself. Not just her body but how she was on the inside. She hated her personality and despised herself as a person for feeling the way she did. She felt like a freak for the way she was but when she got down to thinking about it... She could not remember a time where she did not feel this way. When she did not feel like a boy at heart... She didn't find a time where she wasn't sad about everything about herself. From her name to her body. A body that was wrong and a soul that was trapped was always the same thing she came up with. 

She was running this through her head one day at school when she did not notice that a boy was standing in front of her during the lunch's free time. He looked at her and then let out a cackle. This was not something that was new to her. Kids offend laughed at her. She was pushed around in the hallways and courtyard. She was bullied all the way since she had been in the first grade. Her brothers never heard a word of what she dealt with. She didn't want to seem like a woman who needed help from others. She didn't need anything to be a reminder that she was a female...