A Story of a Transgender

Chapter One: Born This Way

Chapter 1

The story you're about to hear is the story of me, Matt. I'm transgender male and every one's cool with it. Except for my mother. And guess who's knocking at my door right now? My mom.

I can't stand her and the way she treats me. I wish she would just either fuck off or treat me right. Why can't she treat me how I want her to? I didn't do anything to her. I'm always so nice to her and I use manners all the time.

"Hey honey, get off that laptop and come downstairs for dinner." She said. "I don't want to. I want to eat in my room." I replied. "If you're going to eat in your room, you're not eating at all."

"Then I won't eat." She growled at me and said, "Why the fuck can't you just come out of your room to be with your family? You know what... Never mind. You don't matter anyway. Bye!" She exclaimed as she slammed my door.

She knows why I refuse to go downstairs and eat with my brother, dad and her. Especially her. I hate them. They treat me like shit and I'm almost to my breaking point about every time I'm even in the same room with them. I can feel them judging me.

It's officially 4:53AM and I haven't slept yet. My thoughts keep making me stay awake and they're mostly about my horrible family, school and my insecurities. I finally fall asleep at 5:45AM when I have to get up at 7:30AM. That's one hour and forty five minutes away and that isn't going to help me not fall asleep in class, I always do. It's now 7:30AM and my alarm just went off. The noise is so loud, it pierced my ears and I turn it off. I get dressed in my usual attire.

Dress shirt, tie, black skinny jeans, vans and a light blue open-button sweater. I go downstairs and ask my mom, mistakenly what she thinks of my outfit. "What the fuck are you wearing?! You. Are. A. Fucking. Girl. Go put a dress on! Now. Or I'm not taking you to school and they can arrest me for keeping you home for so many days. I won't have a gay child or what ever it is that's called, it's not right. You're a girl. Now go dress like one, and grow your hair!" She yelled at me.

That is when I was about to completely burst with tears. I couldn't take her shit anymore. I went to the restroom to cry because I can't go to school looking like a sobbing mess. They'll judge me even more than my mom does for what I wear. Plus, I hate when people ask me what's wrong and I'm forced to explain myself because of their curiosity. It's frustrating and I think if I ever did that I would cry even more. Every. Single. Time.

I got out of the restroom and asked my dad if he could take me to school instead of my mother. His only words were, "I'll take you, but stop dressing like a faggot." That didn't do as much damage to me nearly as much as what mom said about me. Why do their opinions even matter? The clothes are on my body, not theirs. They can't choose what I wear, but they sure as hell think they can judge it.

I arrive at school and walk to my two best friends, Jack and Jenna. "Hey, Matt. What's up?" Jenna says. She calls me the name I want, it's fully Matthew but I like the nickname she gave me. "Emotional morning. I hate this so much." I reply back to her.

"What's wrong, Matt?" Jack asked me.

He calls me that, too. Only they can. Everyone else calls me Matthew. I can only explain myself to them because they're the only ones who understand and won't judge. I have other friends, but they don't go to school here. They understand, too, but we all barely talk. I mostly talk to Jack and Jenna.

"My parents were judging my outfit I'm wearing today, even though I've been wearing the same type of clothes. They kept saying that I need to 'dress my gender and stop being a faggot.' I was crying in the restroom before I came to school." I told them.

"I'm so sorry, Matt. I don't get why they won't respect you the way you respect them, and you don't even like them! You hate them! You show them so much respect and they never show it back. It's usually the opposite for other teenagers/parents." Jack replied.

"I know, I know. Thank you, Jack. Thank you, Jenna. You guys are always there for me. It means so much. At least I don't get that much hate about it here as I do at home, that's why I stay in my room most of the time and my family knows it, too. Ugh, I'm just done with them. Enough about me, let's go to class already."

We all get into class as a group and Mrs. Shaefer asked us to get into groups. Jenna, Jack, and I got into our group, but there was one problem.

The person I adored the most, the person I have a huge crush on, she walked up to us. She wanted to be in our group. The popular, beautiful girl, Annabelle Martinez. She came up to Jack, Jenna and I and said, "Hey guys! I was just wondering, can I be in your group? I really want to get to know you all, plus we never talk... we should!"

Jenna never really liked Annabelle that much because she was too preppy, and she's a cheerleader. Cheerleaders scare Jenna because they're too happy that it's creepy. Their smiles are too big and uncomfortable to look at.

"Why did you want to be in our group, Annabelle?" Jenna asked as if she wanted Annabelle to fuck off, which she did.

"Well... you, Jack and Matthew all seem like cool cats! I want to be friends with you guys and in your group obviously! Ha ha." Annabelle cheerfully said.

"Isn't there any other group you could 'get to know and be friends with?'"

"No, no. You guys are a good group! Can I sit down?"

"Here's what you can do-"

I cut Jenna off and said, "Why don't you take a seat with us, Annabelle?"

Jenna gave me the death stare so I knew I would have to deal with this later. The project was for two weeks. Jenna obviously couldn't take that much time with Annabelle. I knew I was in for it with Jenna.

"Thank you so much, Matthew! So, what were you guys talking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just how much we were all hoping that you would come over and join our group to talk to us." Jack said sarcastically, but Annabelle didn't notice, because of her oh-so-happiness and joy she has inside her. That isn't the only thing inside her. She's also the school's biggest whore ever. Jack and Jenna both agree.

"Oh, really?! I didn't know you guys liked me! That was so nice of you guys to want me to come over!" God, she is so beautiful, but so clueless. She's lucky that she's hot or I wouldn't be having the biggest crush on her. I've never liked anyone this much.

"Oh my fucking god." Both Jenna and Jack said together.

I just stayed quiet and Annabelle said, "What?! What?! I wanna know!"

"Nothing, nothing. What did you want to talk about?" I asked her.

"Oh.. um. I wanted to ask you something, Matthew."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" I asked concerned.

"Would.. um.. I don't know how to say this. Would you.. um wo-"

"Just say it already!" Jenna and Jack yelled at her.

The whole class stared, but then Jenna told them, "There isn't anything for you guys to look at over here! Go back to your business, people." After that, they just went back to what they were doing like nothing ever happened.

"Okay! Okay! Matthew, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Jenna, Jack, and I were all speechless and had nothing to say. I didn't know what to say, I was shocked. Annabelle Martinez actually likes me.