Scömìche One Shots

FTM

Warnings; Fluff

A/N: Mitch is Transgender (ftm, hence the title) so if you're agaisnt that (I mean, you shouldn't because if you are then you shouldn't even be here) then you should leave now. 

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     I stand in front of the mirror, crying because no matter how much bandage I put on my breasts, they're still there. All I want is to be a guy. I don't want to be a girl! My name is not Michelle, it's fucking Mitchell. I am a homosexual transgender man. 

No, I am not "too young to make this big of a decision"! I am fucking 16. I don't give a shit what you say, I am a boy. My parents aren't even going with it! They say they raised a girl, not a boy. That they have a daughter, not a son. The only people who actually give a shit about me are Scott and Kirstin, my only friends. 

There is a light knock at the door, I answer annoyed, "go away dad! There are bathrooms other than mine you can use!" 

There's a slight chuckle. Scott. 

I unlock the door, letting my best friend come in. 

Scott immediately embraces me in a bear hug, wiping my tears. 

"Your mom called and said she heard you crying and told me to come over to calm you down, so tell me, what's wrong?" Scott whispers, pulling away from the hug. 

"No matter how hard try, I can't seem to get rid of my girl-ness! It's frustrating and- and-" 

"Mitch. Calm yourself down, it's okay!" Scott coos, rubbing my back. 

"You- you called me Mitch..." I stutter, relieved that he did. Scott laughs, "of course I did, silly! You're a boy, aren't you?" I blush, he called me a boy! 

"Yeah.. I am" I whisper, calming down from my breakdown. 

"See! You're a boy! Mitchie, I know you're a boy, I know you don't want to be called Michelle! So why would I call you a girl? why would I call you Michelle? You seem to think Kirst and I are like your parents. We're not. We love you no matter what! As for..." Scott starts, turning me to face the mirror and pointing to my breasts, "these, Kit says you're not even an A-cup! You can't even tell you have them." 

"I guess you're right..." I say, smiling. 

Scott smiles back, "and not to mention the fact that you look absolutely flawless." 

OH MY GOD HE CALLED ME FLAWLESS! OH MY DEAR LORD JESUS CHRIST! 

"Well of course I did! You do look flawless in my eyes!" Scott laughs, rubbing my arms. I blush deeper, "did I..." 

"Yes." Scott replies. We both laugh and head into my room to hang out. 

"So, Kit told me that youuuuuu, mister Scott Hoying, have a crush on a certain boy..." I giggle like a schoolgirl- wait, wrong choice of words- like a teenager gossiping- that's better! Scott blushes. 

"Yeah... I do..." Scott scratches the back of his head nervously. 

"Who is he? Do I know him? Why didn't you tell me?! Tell me tell me tell me!!!" I demand. 

"Jesus Mitch! Yes you know him, I kindamaybecouldnttellyoubecauseitmayormaynotbeyou" Scott says, the ending super fast.

"Woah Scottie, slow down! What did you say?" I giggle, getting closer to him. I heard what he said, I just want him to say it slower. I have a crush on him so I'm happy.

"Ugh Miiiittttttccccchhhhhhyyyyyyy! Whyyyyyy?????" Scott complains. I give him a stern look, "because I want you to. Now pleeeaaaaasssseeeee?" 

"Fine! I kinda maybe can't tell you because it may or may not be you..." Scott confessed, looking down. I smiled before kissing him. 

"Well lucky you, I like you too!" I mutter while we kiss. 

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And that is how we started dating! And now, I stand here, in front of Scott, about to become Mitchell Grassi-Hoying. 

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Word Count: 647 

I know I know, shitty update! Next one will be amazing (I hope)!