PRIDE

Accepted

Alright, this is a story revolving around a trans person, but I'm not trans, so I'm very sorry if anything is wrong, I don't exactly know how being trans works. Enjoy!
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"Cassandra! Get down here!"

"Coming Mom!" I stumble down the stairs, thankfully catching myself before I fall... again.

"Cassandra, forgive me, but of look dreadful. Go put on a dress or something, but take a shower first! The guests will be here soon!"

"Please Mom, I've told you to call me Andy."

"But that's a boys name, darling. And last I checked, you are not a boy. Now go take a shower."

Yes, Mother."

"Good girl." Ugh! It bothers me so much, but I could never tell her the truth. At least I can be male at school; there, no one cares about my gender, only about my grades.

*Time skip because I can-after guests have arrived (Out of the shower and dressed)*

My mother is famous for her extravagant parties. I am famous for hiding away from everyone at Said parties. Barely anyone even knows she has a "daughter", let alone one who actually feels male. As cliche as it sounds, someday, I will leave this place and finally be myself. Until then, hiding is my life here. Especially from my father, or should I say my homophobic/transphobic/LGBTQ+phobic not-father (I don't consider him my father). Shoot, he's coming this way, and I don't fancy him comin' too close. Gotta run.

*Time skip (again)- after party, next day (Sunday)*

My dad had gone to work, so I was alone with my mother. To be honest, my dad was probably at the bar, I mean, who has work on a Sunday!? Besides, he's kind of an alcoholic.

Well, I had decided to hide in my room with some bandages, as I didn't have a binder. Of course my mom thinks it's a perfect time to come into my room. Without knocking. I immediately freeze, bandages hanging loosely from my chest (and she thought I was just flat).

"Well, now I understand the want for the boy name. And the boy's clothes. And the flat chest. And everything else."

"You're... not upset?" I am TERRIFIED.

"Of course not, sweetie. I love you, and I meant it when I said you could be whatever you wanted when you grew up."

"Even male?"

"Even male, Andy." I nearly fainted. I didn't, but my eyes did momentarily imitate Niagara Falls. When I'd finished, she said,
"Shall we discuss this with your father? He'd want to know. He should know."

"Why, so he can kick me out? No thanks, I'm good. I don't fancy living on the streets."

"He wouldn-"

"Don't. Just, don't. Apparently you don't know him very well, because he most definitely would. And please don't defend him, it makes you just as bad."

"Very well then. But you will still be female to him, dear. Are you sure you can live with that?"

"I already have. Now if you'll excuse me, I have homework I need to attend to." (Of course I spoke extravagantly. Deal with it.)

"Of course Cass- um, I mean, Andy."

*One more time skip- next day, after school ('cuz it's Monday)*

"Welcome home, Andy! How was school?"

"Same old stupid, boring stuff I'll never use again." I say as I walk past her, to get up the stairs, in order to get to my room. It's perfect for procrastinating, and then freaking out over the homework I stupidly didn't do. Well, that would be if I ever made it there. Usually I do, but today, nope. Instead, I trip over a box, lying in the middle of the room.

"Mom, what the heck is this? You know I trip over anything in my path. Stop leaving boxes everywhere!"

"Sorry, but this time its for you! I got you a little gift."

"Oh, thanks Mom." Alright, opening time. I open the box, and pull out... a bra? No wait, that's not a bra, that's a binder!

"Holy shoot, you got me a binder!?!"

"Of course! I don't want you to hurt yourself by having to use bandages."

"Thank you so much! I just— asdfghjklndvuidbbjksbdvwbvaskjjcsdcnslcknoinisnvalskfnovinsdiocnaeiocnd"

"Did you just do a verbal keyboard slam? How the-"

"Thanks Mom!"
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End note: Remember, you may not be accepted by everyone, but you are valid, and deserve to be treated as such. There is always someone who DOES care, and people who share your story. You are accepted here.
- AnxietyInducedDevil (Alli)