I'm Not Confused (TodoDeku)

Princess: Chapter 01

Todoroki's POV:

Another stupid photoshoot...given the fact that I started at the age of four and I'm now seven and still despise modelling, why won't daddy let me quit?

Anyway, I was sat in the stylists workplace (Midnight's is the name of the styling place) which was the building opposite the place where the photoshoot was taking place. I was in a pink dress with a white cardigan at that moment, but the stylist gave me a different outfit to wear.

She sent me off into a changing room and I came back out in a crimson red, frilly ballroom dress and small black heels. The theme of the photoshoot was 'princess'. "Ah you look so pretty, I'll do your nails now" she said and lead me to a chair in front of a desk with a lot of colourful nail polishes.

She painted my nails jet black, my index fingers having small nail diamonds.

She then curled my hair, the big twirls hanging down and covering my chest. Adding a tiara to go with the theme of the photoshoot.

Then she did my makeup to match my look. "You look so beautiful" the woman told me, her eyes sparkled at the sight of me. "Thank you...I guess, do you know where my mommy is waiting?" I asked and she pointed to a door that said 'waiting room'. "Over there, I'll take you over to her" she said kindly and took my hand, helping me over to the waiting room seeing as I was wearing heels.

My mother was reading a magazine and to my demise, my father was sat beside her waiting impatiently. The both spotted me, "thank you so much, she looks stunning" my mother said, "you did a good job, how much do I owe you?" My father asked and paid for the makeover session. "Let's go, the photographers are waiting" my mother smiled at me and the three of us left to go to the building opposite.

I had trouble keeping up with my parents due to being in heels, my father got annoyed at this and practically dragged me to the other building. "Ow! That hurts!" I protested but he let go of me when we entered.

We were told to go straight to a room labelled studio 06, so we did. We walked inside and there was temporary red carpeting covering the floor and black curtains around the walls. At the centre of the back wall was a raised surface and a throne. The director of the photoshoot told me to go over to the throne and do the instructed poses. After a long three hours, we were finally on our way home. My mother was friends with Miss Midnight so I could get my clothes back and return this outfit anytime soon.

I sat in the back of the car and my father drove, my mother talked to me. "Honey, why do you look upset? Were you overwhelmed back there? I know we used to do small photo shoots and the upgrade to professional ones may be a bit surprising" she said as I was looking down. "It's not that..." I said. "Then what is it?" She asked slightly concerned. "It's nothing" I said.

Between me and my mother, 'it's nothing' is used when I want to tell her something (or the other way around) but my father is around and we can't say it in front of him, sort of like a secret code.

We arrived home and my mother told my father she was going to help me take off my makeup and get a change of clothes. We went upstairs and went inside he bathroom and locked the door. "What do you need to talk about?" She asked.

"Well I don't like wearing dresses, and I hate makeup, just girly things in general, or even being a girl...they make me feel out of place and upset. I can't remember what it's called, but I just.." my eyes began to fill with tears, "I don't want to model anymore..." I cried quietly.

My mother hugged me tightly, "it's okay, sshh, sshh, you're fine. I'll try and cut down on the photoshoots. When you're older, I'll talk to you about this again. It may be too early to determine, but I think you're dysphoric, which means you're unhappy being the gender you are and you may want to be a boy" she said.

-Time skip to one month later-

I heard crying from downstairs so I went to investigate. It was coming from the kitchen, "mommy?" I said as  I entered the room. She swiftly turned around and before I could react, boiling water was thrown at me, burning my skin which camouflaged slightly with my red hair.

-Time skip to a couple years later-

Today is the day I'm going to come out to my father. I'm tired of being girly and just being a girl in general.

I walked into the living room, wearing a hoodie and jeans. I sat down opposite my father, "um dad, I have something to get off my chest" I said. "What?" He asked in an uninterested tone. "I'm transgender, I've felt dysphoric for a pretty long time now" I said, hoping I wouldn't get screamed at.

Unfortunately, my father was not happy at all.