lullabies ! tysh

Congratulations! It's a Girl!

trans!josh + gentle!tyler

disclaimer: this is my least favorite thing i've ever written to the point where i couldn't even go back and edit. lord have mercy.

trickleofwater : Josh is going on testosterone for the first time and he's sensitive/fragile because of hormones. He's terrified of needles and cries every time he has to use them but tyler's super gentle w him.

Okay, roast me... but i made a storyline out of this concept. every time I write a one shot I feel obligated to write basically a short story and it frustrates me because it takes me time to find motivation to complete the entire thing meanwhile other bomb ass writers shit out simple, short one shots that are amazingly well done. idk how y'all wrap it up so quick, i envy.

If you just wanna skip to the original concept, find: *Present Day*

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"Ah, It's a beautiful baby girl!"

Nope. Ding dong you're wrong.

The Dun family just didn't know that yet. This was evident in how they decorated the baby room for the newest member of the family. Pastel pink walls and plenty of purple and red shirts with sparkles and glitter that'd get everywhere displayed in the closet. A basket of dolls and stuffies as hand-me-downs from their older daughters beside the cradle with pink sheets too.

Everything screamed feminine. Because Joselyn was a beautiful baby girl who cried profusely once introduced to the world. And the Dun family soon grew up to understand why that was.

. . .

Joselyn was seven and she was a lover of books and sports. Kickball was her specialty and when she saw the boys playing a third round she had toddled over with a soft smile. Her small voice was polite as she asked, "can I play too?"

One of the boys grunted with a smirk, red ball enclosed in the space between his ribs and arms. He was quite skinny. The other stood beside him and if they weren't so tall Joselyn wouldn't have felt so intimidated.

"S'rry Josie. Only boys can play."

She frowned. "Why n't?"

"B'cause only boys play sports. Girls play ova' there—" he pointed to the station with all the girls giggling and laughing, enjoying a game of hopscotch and jump rope.

"Girls can play whateva' they w'nt."

The other boy stepped in and patted Joselyns shoulder. Uncomfortably so, she stepped away. "S'rry Josie. Yuh pretty n'all but boys only."

They ran back to the field where everyone was waiting and Joselyn felt hot tears brim her eyes as she settled for sitting at Mrs. Honey's desk, doodling arts and crafts all while a boy with chestnut hair watched her the entire time.

He would've played kickball with her.

. . .

It was at the age of ten when Joselyn started to dislike her long kinky hair. (don't do it).
The boy's at school would have their hair short, gelled and styled in a way that attracted Joselyn— and not in that way.