My Name is Elle

Chapter 9

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Elle's P.O.V.
"Ok. Walking to mom's office. She's at work I won't get caught. Ok leave it on her desk and get out." I thought to myslef. I can't read my parents the poem, I am to scared, so I leave it in their offices. I got to mom's office and put the poem on her laptop, where she'll be sure to see it. I walked to dad's study. I put another copy of my poem on his desk. "Now I wait" I said, going to my room and going on my computer.

Kacey's P.O.V.(Elle's mom)
"I'm home." I called. "I do wish the boss hadn't kept me so late. I need to make dinner." I thought. I walked to my office to put my stuff down and saw a piece of paper on my laptop. "What's this?" I wondered. I read it.
"They call me a he. He. That term makes me cringe. James. "Hi James!" They say. Every day. It hurts. It's not me. I feel trapped. Trapped in the wrong body, like being something I'm not. I am not a he. I am not James. I am a she. I am Elle." I gasped. When Emmit gets home we are talking about this. I heard the door open and Emmit's voice calls out. "I'm home fam!" I sighed. He doesn't know our world is crashing down. "Dad stop. That's a term for teens, not 40-something old guys" our son Jake called from his room. I stromed to the front hall. "Emmit. Read this. Our James left this for me. I think he probably left one for you too, but read this." I said outraged. He read it. "Kacey what does this mean?" He asked. I sighed. "Do you think I know?" I said, exhaspertatedly. "JAKE! JAMES! COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW! WE ARE HAVING AN EMERGWNCY FAMILY MEETING!!" I yelled, my husband and I sitting on the couch in the living room. They came down, sitting next to eachother. "So James, I found this little note you left. Care to explain?"

Elle's P.O.V.
"Care to explain?" My mother asked, deathly calm. I gulped. Jake squeezed my hand and sent me a smile. "JAMES ALEXANDER MILLER ANSWER ME" my mom yelled. My dad put a hand on her shoulder to tell her to calm down. I took a deep breath. "I figured I needed to stop hiding. I love you guys and want you to know the true me. Hiding it is killing me and I need you to listen. I am not a boy. I was born as a boy. You named me James, a boys name. When I was little, I wore boys clothes, played with toys for guys. I was fine. But as I grew up, I realized how restricting the term "boy" was. By 8th grade I realized that the reason it felt resticing to me is because it didn't describe what I actually felt like. Belive me, I was confused. But I turned to the internet and educated myslef. I am transgender Male to Female. I want to go to gender counseling so I can get a script for hormone replacement therapy. I want my name to be changed to Elle Maye. I would like your blessing and your help with this, mom and dad." I explained, feeling very nervous. There was a silence. "I accept it." My dad said. I looked at him, suprised. "I mean, its a shock. I need some time to process, but I accept and support you." He said, walking over and hugging me. I hugged him back. "Thanks dad." I said. "Well, I can't. I had a son. I raised you to be a boy, James. You disappointed me. I raised you better than that. I did not raise you to be a tranny freak of nature." My mom said, looking at me with hatred and betrayal. "I'm sorry mom. But this is who I am." I said. "Lets all go to bed and we'll talk tomorrow." She said stiffly, getting up. "What about dinner?" Jake asked. I lightly smacked him. One track mind that boy. "I am not hungry" mom said, storming off. I sighed. "Well, I'm not much of a cook, but let's see if your dad can cook up soemthing for a meal." My dad said, smiling. I smiled too. "I have some questions Ja-I mean Elle." He said. I smiled. "I'll be glad to answer" I said.

Done! Sorry I went silent on this. Hope you enjoyed!

~Skai