•Trigger Warning•
Gender Dysphoria
I hated this feeling...
The feeling of water... Running down my bare body... Making its way around every curve.
I hated it...
I looked down, only to see something terribly out of place.
"Boys aren't meant to have breasts." I mumbled to myself.
I spent a few more minutes standing under the water, until I built up the courage to get out and face the world.
I stopped the water and stepped out of the shower.
I froze when I saw my reflection.
It was me.
No towel.
No clothes.
Just me.
I hated it.
"Boys aren't mean to have breasts." I mumbled to myself, sounding a little more aggressive this time.
I stood there awhile, criticizing my feminine features.
"I hate it." I growled as I looked at my reflection.
It was true. I did hate it...
I grabbed a roll of bandages from the first aid kit my mom kept in the bathroom.
I began wrapping them around my chest slowly. Over and over and over again.
I pulled firmly on them, securing them. I looked in the mirror and smiled a little. "I like this a little more." I mumbled.
It hurt a bit, but it was fine.
~~|~~
There I was... No towel or clothes, just bandages to flatten my chest.
I stood there a while longer, until the sobering reality hit me, I had school tomorrow...
I tore off the bandages depressingly, and pulled on a pair of Josh's boxers and a plain t-shirt.
I glanced at my reflection once more, before leaving the bathroom.
My dysphoria was getting worse everyday. I hated to admit it, but I'd have to tell someone before its too late...
~~|~~
Now is a good time to let you know that I hate school, more than the average kid.
Why? Because I'm a trans boy in a bigoted, hateful school.
Of course there's the occasional supportive teacher, but I could never tell anyone but Josh my secret... It was too risky.
Far too risky.
Merry Fuckin' New Year
