I couldn't do it. Am i really?.. No. Yes. Maybe. I don't know. What i do know is that i am pansexual. I have always felt more masculine. I've always seemed to hang out and bond with the guys more. I looked up some tricks on how to transition. I am transgender.
There was something on using bandages for wrapping wounds to make you look flat chested.
I walked downstairs, and went to the bathroom. "Bandages.. Bandages... aha!" I took my shirt off, along with my bra. I wrapped them around my chest, then slipped my shirt back on. I certainly wasn't flat chested, but it did give off the appearance that i was. I walked out of the bathroom, and my Mum looked at me strangely. "Shauna, come here." I panicked, and tried to play off that i didn't hear her. "Shauna! come here." I had no choice but to walk over to her. "Yes?.." I stuttered out shyly. "What's under your shirt? Are those bandages?" I had no choice but to lie. "No ma'a-" She picked up my shirt to reveal the bandages. "What on EARTH are you doing? Do NOT tell me you're one of those girls that wants to be a boy." I was sweating. My heart was pacing. My hands were shaking. The only words that came out were "Don't hurt me.. please.." I sobbed out to her. "There will be NO faggot in my household."
I packed my bags. Tears streamed down my bruised cheek. The blood from my nose dried on my white shirt, now tie-dyed white and red from the punches she threw at me. I put my laptop, clothes, a baggy sweatshirt, and my phone in a bag.
"So, no fags in your house? Guess i'm leaving."
"Fine."
I had to call someone. I called Mark. "Mark, please come pick me up. I'll explain when you get here. I need a ride now." (Mark is 16, and can drive.) "Are you safe?" "You can say that if it makes you happy. Come get me. Please.."
About 15 minutes later, Mark pulled in the driveway and texted me, "I'm here." I got in the car, and he saw the blood on my face and t-shirt. "Shau what the fuck happened? Who hurt you?" I sat in silence. "My mum." I have no explanation. Mark unlocked the doors, and jumped out the car and into my house. Or so-say my old house. "Mark don't.." I had to speak quietly, my voice was hoarse. He didn't hear me.
Five minutes later, Mark stomped out of the house looking pissed off. "Mark? Are you-" He stepped on the gas. "We're getting you out of here. Now."
THIS STILL ISNT GOOD IS IT AHSHAHHA - Ash 🥀
