Blue, Pink, White

The White-Pink Blues

He remembers the first time he realized he didn't like his long hair, or when his parents called him Willow. Willow was too girly, and whenever he introduced himself, the name just sounded wrong on his tongue. Like a swear.

Eventually he would stop responding to the name. His parents would have to call him multiple times to get down to dinner for him to respond.

He didn't understand why this was happening. Willow was a nice name, pretty, but not for him.

When puberty hit, and he began developing, he began to hate himself. Every time he entered the bathroom, he would open the mirror cupboard so that he couldn't see his body or face. It was like his body was torturing him. He wished he didn't have a chest, or curves like he did.

Then came his period. He nearly swallowed a bottle of pills every time, hating his body and everything about it. He showered as little as possible, usually every 3 days if he was lucky(or unlucky, his parents would force him to take one).

He hated his hair so much that one day he just chopped it all off with his mother's sissors. He was 14 at the time. When he had stepped out of the bathroom with his new boy-short hair, he had almost gotten a spanking from his father. He had gotten shouted at by his father, threatening to hit him next time.

"What are you going to do next? Tell me you're a fucking tranny? For fuck's sake, I'm gonna fucking spank you next time."

His wings flared, revealing truth in his threat.

He ran to his room, shaking, tears running down his face. He wrapped his arms around his horrid chest, his eyes glued shut, shaking like a leaf.

The next day when his mother found out, he had gotten a slap across the cheek and no dinner for a week.

—————a two years timeskip—————

He had stumbled across the term transgender during his brother's visit from his apartment in london. He looked up the meaning, and read it over again and again. It described him. Everything he had felt up till then described in one word and it's definition.

The next day he woke up to bloodstained sheets, and nearly cried, until he noticed the feathers strewn on the ground. The blues, pinks, and whites were strewn on the ground, shimmering and glittering in the sunlight. He started to laugh, finally having gotten one pair of his wings.

The blood was worrying though. He shivered, knowing he just experienced his back breaking open and 2 huge featherless lumps of skin and bones had just broke through layers of muscle and skin. He read about it somewhere online, about what happens.

He needs to show his parents-

His face paled, realizing what would happen if they knew. He shuddered and grabbed the trashbag out of his trashcan, grabbing every feather off the ground and scooping it into the bag. There weren't too many feathers, only about maybe 20. He closed the bag, tied it up, and stuffed it into the bathroom trashcan as deep as he could.

He sprinted into his bedroom, hoping to God no one had seen him.

He clicked onto his computer, heart racing as he opened an incognito tab and searched "how to hide wings". There were millions of results, all saying the exact, or similar things. He clicked on the first result.

"How to hide your wings if you're not out yet. By atransmadman (not a real account that i happen to be referncing btw)

First of all, you need to be really focused. Have your mind incredibly clear while you do this, as it take it takes extreme concentration to complete this spell.