Gender Fuck // LGBTQ

"She's a girl."

Zoe let out a sigh in defeat, turning around and walking off.

"So... Are you gay, bi or what?" Lydia asked. Jazz raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth, thinking of an answer, "I really hadn't thought about that... I mean, once I liked a boy who lived in my street, but people nowadays don't make my heart beat faster or my stomach go crazy as he did."

"Well, that means what? I mean, if you're a girl that means you're straight, if you're a boy you're gay, but trans?"

"That means she's straight. If she identifies as a girl, she's a girl." Audrey chimed in.

"Yeah, sorry... Are you going to stay as Jazz or you'd like to change it?"

"I don't know, I think I'll change it. Jazz brings unpleasant memories."

Lydia laughed loudly, "'Unpleasant', a word invented not to say 'horrible' or 'bad'." she waved her hands and managed to make the stupidest grin ever, causing Yolanda to take her sketchbook and leave and the others to roll their eyes.

Time skip

Jazz looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a young, handsome boy, with really short, gelled hair. She wanted to kill that boy, she wanted him to disappear. Her irises went towards the wig in her hand, a wig capable of covering up that short hair.
Jazz wasn't a professional, but her hair looked pretty good. The girls' faces when they saw it were priceless. "It looks good on you..." whispered Audrey. "Yeah, I would've liked a quiff though." said Zoe. "Your ears aren't even noticeable!" joked Lydia. Yolanda just stood in silence, looking at her with a smile.