Magical Mischief

Prologue Part 2: Dallon

Possible Trigger Warning
I looked in the mirror and examined what I saw: hair going a few inches past my shoulders, the light purple dress giving a false look of curves to my not quite masculine, but at the same time not very feminine looking physique. I hated it, and still do. My eyes saw girl but my head was screaming boy at an alarming volume as an extreme feeling of dysphoria hit me like a
cinderblock.
I wished more than anything that I could tell my parents about who I really was, and I still wish I could, but I'd rather have not been kicked out with nowhere to go. You see, my parents were and still are extremely homophobic and transphobic, and didn't know that their "heterosexual daughter" was actually their pansexual son. They still don't, and I intend to keep it that way.
I shuddered at the thought of them finding out as I made my way out of my room and towards the stairs leading into the livingroom.
My parents were holding a business dinner that night. That meant a whole night of being accidentally misgendered by
strangers.
I was so busy mentally preparing for the night that I stepped on the back of my dress on the way down the stairs and fell the rest of the way down, feeling my dress rip in the process.
Before anyone saw what happened I ran back up the stairs and into my room, locking the door
behind me.
I had no other dresses to wear, and started to panic before I saw my nice light blue and black flannel. 'I can make this work' I thought to
myself.
I threw off the dress and bra my mother gave me to wear and put on a sports bra, and then got an idea, and put on a second one. It was a safer way of binding as opposed to ace bandages, which I found out were highly dangerous. Tumblr is a pretty okay place for certain information. My chest was almost totally flat then, and I smiled.
I quickly threw on the flannel, some black skinny jeans, and a black sweater over the flannel as well. I almost looked like I could pass as a boy, if it wasn't for that long hair. I tied it back in a ponytail, and almost walked out of my room, when I remembered the red beanie in my sock drawer and put it on my head, stuffing my hair into it as I made my way down the stairs and into the living room, where I saw my parents sitting with a couple and their son, who looked about
my age.
My mother got up quickly and pulled me into the kitchen. From there we had an argument, and a pretty bad one at that. She was mad that I tore the dress, even after I explained it was an accident. She told me I looked like a boy and used my full name, which made me feel sick to my stomach.
She took my beanie off of my head and threw it at me before telling me she never wanted to catch me looking like a boy again because "I was a girl" and "girls don't look like that".
I ran to my room crying and didn't care if my parents' business partners saw me or not.
Now here's the part where Ezra came in. He followed me up the stairs (at his mother's request) and knocked on my door softly. I proceeded to throw a book at the door and told him to go away, thinking that he was my mother coming to reprimand me for running off.
He introduced himself through the door, and asked if he could come in, and I let him, and to this day I am so glad I did. He sat next to me on the bed, and asked me what my name was and my preferred pronouns, because he said he asks everyone during introductions, because despite his anxiety he doesn't want to misgender anyone. I told him my birth name was Dalaney, but asked him to call me Dal, and I told him my biggest secret as well. I told a complete stranger something I hadn't told a single living soul. I told him my pronouns were he/him/his. We sat in my room talking all night, and he helped me find a new name as well, to him I was never Dalaney, I was Dallon.

A/N: Yo, what's shakin' bacon, my pal Tesh warned you about the cringe, she writes all of Ezra's chapters and I write all of Dallon's chapters.
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