What Did I do to Deserve this?

Damien/Danielle

I was born Damien.But since I was sixteen,I've been identified as Danielle.I always liked stereotypical "girl things" better than stereotypical "boy things".I have always found boys more attractive.But that is why I'm shamed.My best friend is named Reagan.She is accepting and loving.Her previous boyfriends were not as accepting.The boyfriend she has now is accepting and I'm 99.9% sure that Reagan is his beard.I know Reagan would still be friends with him.She is just like that.She doesn't care who you are,she just wants to have fun.I don't think Reagan has ever met somebody she didn't like.Reagan and I were laughing together,as Reagan tried to get a sugar high.What?What was that?Yes we are 22,don't hate,celebrate!We sat in her kitchen surrounded by sweets and candy.I decided it was about time I asked her something."Reagan,do you think that I am different.Do you think it's wrong that I am not Damien anymore?"I asked as Reagan sucked in more pixie stix.She shook her head."Danielle is more fun.I think you are different,but everybody is different.I don't think that you,nor anybody should be picked on."She said.I grinned I was hoping that would be the answer.Her eyes lit up and I started laughing.She ran back and forth through her apartment,the sugar controlling her brain.I hugged her goodbye and headed off.I had an audition for a play to go to.The play was Guys and Dolls.I auditioned for the part and then waited for the call."Danielle Baxter"They called in.I stood on the stage anxiously."You are perfect for the role,Danielle.....but"I bit my lip nervously as they continued."We don't accept faggots into our program.Get out of here you filthy gay garbage.Tears filled my eyes as I walked out.I sat in the car and looked in the mirror.I had mascara running down my face.I started the car.No sound.Of course today,the car breaks.I fixed my makeup and called a tow truck.The truck came and took my car.He left and flipped the bird at me."Be a man like your supposed to be!"He yelled back at me.I kept crying and slid to the ground in shame.A car drove by and threw a drink at me.I was hopeless.Maybe the tow truck guy was right.Maybe I should just be Damien.