Ch. 1
"Felix, wake up! Come on! You've got ten minutes to get dressed for school!"
I groaned loudly and rolled over, showing my older brother Alec that I was awake. Satisfied with this proof, I hear him leave and shut my door behind him.
After a minute or two of just laying there I finally sit up and climb down from my bunk and plant my feet on the carpet. I'm a senior in high school now, and my parents and siblings are just starting to use my preferred pronouns and name, even though I came out to them as Transgender two years ago.
I huff as I see myself in my sister's large mirror. I was wearing my tank top (which I almost never take off) and a pair of white underwear, my packer already in it. I keep my packer in at all times because it helps me cope.
I give a disgusted face as I look myself up and down. Wrong, it's all wrong. The proportions, where the fat distributes, everything. The only good thing about my body is that I've gotten muscular from joining the powerlifting team my sophomore year. My chest is less fatty and more muscular, though without binding you can tell I have boobs.
"God, I'm so fucking disgusting," I mutter to myself as I turn away and take off my tank top. I reach for the Ace bandage on my dresser and begin to wrap it around my chest. I hate binding like this. It hurts and it's uncomfortable. But I could never buy myself a real chest binder because you can only find them on the Internet and I don't have a card.
I frown deeply as I finish and clip the end in place, then put back on my tank and slip a school shirt over it, then on goes my navy school pants. Afterwards I put on my deodorant and my jacket that Alec gave me and then my socks and tattered Converse's.
My sister walks in then, smiling at me. She isn't my real sister. She's just my step-sister. Her name is Megan. I never got close to her because when she and her brother Scott moved in with us my dysphoria was just beginning to bud and I wasn't concerned with making sibling relationships.
"Hey!" she greets me cheerily, then kneels down to dig around in her backpack.
"Hi," I mutter as I grab my hairbrush and sit in front of our floor mirror and turn on the small hair straightener.
I spot a small grey box on my dresser as I wait for the straightener to heat up and smile. I make a mental note to grab that box before I leave and get busy straightening my hair.
By the time I'm finished with my hair Scott and Megan are ready to leave. Alec graduated last year. I grab the box and sling my backpack over my shoulder, playing with my septum piercing as I step out the door.
'I hope today won't be too bad,' I think to myself as I breathe in the warm air.
