Don't ask, Don't tell.• Bike/Green Day

1: Doctor's approval.

"There will be significant changes in your voice, you'll grow facial hair, your fat will be transferred from your thighs to your stomach. Your breasts will not go away, you will need top surgery for that."

Billie fiddled with his thumbs and nodded.

"Billie?"

His head snapped up and he nodded, smiling.

"So when do I start?"

"Next month. Okay?"

"Thank you, Doctor Urie."

The doctor smiled And dismissed the young, transitioning boy.

Ollie, Billie's mother drove Billie to school.

"Have a nice day, Brianna."

Billie turned around.

"It's Billie. Mother, I thought we discussed this."

"Right... right. Sorry about that. Have a good day. Don't forget to clean out your locker. We're leaving in a couple of weeks."

Billie walked into the gates of his school, putting his headphones on.

He hadn't came out to his friends yet, so they used he wrong names and pronouns. Billie loathed being called 'Brianna'. Let alone being called a 'she'.

"Hey, Brianna!" His friend called, Billie couldn't hear her.

He sat down next to his friends, still blaring Frank Sinatra on his earphones.

"Bri!" His friend took his earphones out.

"Why are you late?" She asked.

He shrugged, and bit his lip.

Would today be the day I come out? He thought to himself.

"Hayley, I have something to tell you.."

Hayley smiled and turned to him, moving her orange hair from her eyes.

"What is is, Brianna?"

Billie got frustrated and he began stuttering.

He shook his head as he said,"Don't c-call me B-Brianna. I-It's n-not Brianna!"

"What do you mean, Bri?"

Billie stood up and put his backpack on.

"I-I'm n-not a girl. M-My name is B-Billie J-Joe. I-I'd like it if you used h-him pronouns."

"Billie? Why a hillbilly name?"

"It's... you don't fucking get it. Just don't call me Brianna!" He exclaimed, walking to his next class, adjusting his binder.

"Fucking binder." He said, tearing down a poster for a play the drama class was going to preform.

He was uncomfortable in the tight binder, his skinny jeans.

He looked down at his thighs and frowned. They hadn't gone down and he still had his feminine figure, which he hated.

"Miss, get to class." The security guard said to him.

"Y'know what, you can go fuck yourself. My name is Billie so you can shove it up your fucking ass." He said, going to the girl's bathroom.

He took out his vape pen and inhaled some, exhaling it though his nostrils.

With the Swiss army knife he had in his pocket, he engraved 'Billie was fucking here' on the wall.

He used up the rest of his cartridge and hid in the bathroom until it was lunch time.

"What's wrong, Bri?" One of the teachers asked him, as he was walking out of the bathroom.

"Nothing." He snapped. He walked to the cafeteria, where he would sit with his friend's friends and put on a pretty face for everyone. This was a daily thing he had to do.

"Hi guys." He said, sitting down.

"Hi." Someone said, biting into their hamburger.

Billie cringed as they put the burger down, eating a potato wedge with ranch.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Brianna?"

He sighed and put his backpack on.

"I already told you." He said, exhausted. "I'm a boy and my name is Billie. Now, If you don't like it, you can fuck off because you're a fucking whiner. Have a nice fucking day."

He shoved his way out of the cafeteria and all the way home.

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Henlo this might be a longer story than my others but be prepared.