But I noticed, something was...wrong.....
I noticed that the days I "felt female" we're the days my family or internet friends judged m e for dressing male. I realized that I was only being female sometimes, but only to make others happy. I finally realized, I wasn't happy...
So, I started telling my family I was a crossdresser, so I could dress male, but I used male pronouns at school, telling my friends to call me "she, her" in front of my family. They gladly did so. This was when I met someone named Mitchell through a friend. Right away we hit it off, and we began dating after a while. The week we came out to our school, rumors began to spread. Because he was in seventh grade, and I was in eighth grade, people thought they c would get away with saying Iwas cheating on him.
Him, having trust issues...believed them. So, after taking my heart, he broke up with me, leaving me helpless.-Conner
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Transition
RandomHi, this story is based on My own personal experiences, and the people's names included are the actual names of the people involved.(The ones who gave me permission)