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part 2

CALEB

"hello catherine, how are you today." the man asked calmly as i walked in. 
"that's not my name." i replied in hopes he'd finally understand. except my voice only angered him more.
"yes it is. you're always going to have female parts and you're always going to be my daughter!"

i woke up quickly from the dream. i was sweating bullets and i rolled my eyes as i looked over at my alarm clock. 5:30A.M

i sighed deeply and laid back down staring up at the ceiling. i closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but as soon as i did, the memories of the man i used to call my father flooded back in.

i hated him. "i'm a real boy." i whispered. "i'm a real boy, i'm always going to be a real boy."

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"good morning caleb, how'd you sleep last night?" my mom asked me as i looked up at her. she looked me in the eyes and frowned, "if you need more sleeping meds, i'll go back to the pharmacy."

i nodded and said a small thank you as i put my glasses on. "i'm going to go now, i'm probably gonna stop and get a coffee, so i can stay awake." i said before i waved goodbye. i left the house and started my walk to the coffee shop near my school.

"look it's the trans kid!"
"you're never gonna be like us, you fag!"
"you're not a boy. i'll show you what a boy looks like."

i sighed deeply as i continued my walk to school. the words my peers would shout at me stuck to my mind. they followed me wherever i went. i was haunted, paranoid. oh this was a bad idea. why did i want to go back to school, just why.

"hey caleb, is that you?" i turned around and saw micah. i smiled lightly and waited for him to catch up.

"what's up little boy." i said and i saw the light in his eyes. he looked so happy just being called a boy.

"i have a serious question so please don't take this offensive." i said and i saw him nod. "do you have a binder?" his smile dropped and he shook his head. i frowned at his reaction to the question.

"hey hey, don't be sad, babe. you look really flat and just like a boy. a really handsome boy." i smiled at him and he blushed lightly.

"thank you." he said and i put my arm over his shoulder. he was at least an inch or two shorter than me so it was really easy. "hey caleb, i have a question." and now it was his turn to ask.

i looked over at micah and said, "what is it?" he looked a little nervous. i didn't know why but i was definitely curious.

"how did you come out to your parents? did you come out to both of them or one at a time?" micah asked as we stopped outside the coffee shop. i thought about the question, it was a fairly simple question but to me it brought back flashbacks. 

"i came out to my mom first, my older sister came out as gay and my mom was really supportive so i came out to her first. but my dad..." i trailed off shaking my head at the god awful memories. my hands started to shake at the thought. i felt my breath hitch and i closed my eyes to calm myself, not wanting to scare the boy with a panic attack.

"honey, cat has something to tell you." i cringed as my mom used my dead name. i refused to answer to it, it was the dumbest name ever.

"what is it?" my dad snapped.

"he was never very fond of me. i was always the black sheep of the family. very tragic." i told micah as i waited in line with him. my head felt weak as i took a step. the shaking in my hands didn't stop and my whole body felt as if it'd collapse right there.

i took a deep breath, "dad, i'm-"

"caleb are you okay?" micah asked and i didn't realize what was happening until i woke up in the hospital.

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hey y'all. i hope you're enjoying the story. i actually think it's going pretty well.

but trans boys are real boys. trans girls are real girls. protect trans kids !

xoxo a