Leslie Mcclain

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Lance 10 Years Old...

Lance stared at himself in the mirror. He smiled at the image even though he knew his sisters would throw a fit. His reflection showed himself, wearing one of there dresses. It was blue with a long ribbon flowing behind. He was also wearing a head band that his sisters left in his room. He twirled around, happily looking at the small shimmer that the dress showed when hit at a certain angle from the light. He knew that there was something strange with him. He knew that some boys wouldn't do this, but he knew girls did this. "I wonder whats wrong with me?", Lance wondered. "Maybe I am just 50/50", Lance whispered. As he was thinking he heard the front door click. He froze, but being light on his feet, he ran to the bathroom and told his mother, who had just come back from the grocery store, that he was taking a poop. His mother laughed in response and started to set down the groceries on the counter, not knowing what her son was doing. Lance stood in the bathroom for a little while before ripping off his sisters dress and throwing on his clothes that he had on before. A t-shirt and shorts. He then walked out and greeted his mother, not showing any sign of what he was doing. And luckily his mother didn't walk in on him.

Lance 12 Years Old...

"Ms.Newton, can I talk to you?", Lance asked timidly. Ms.Newton was probably to most trusted person that Lance knew, even more trusted than his parents. "Sure Lance, what is it you want to talk about", she asked, her tight blond curls bouncing along with every word she said. "Can we talk privately?", Lance whispered, nodding his head towards his classmates. She nodded and turned towards the class, who was not even paying attention. "EARLY DISMISSAL TO LUNCH!", Ms.Newton yelled. Soon the classroom was empty, apart from Lance and Ms.Newton. She then turned her attention back to Lance. "Alright, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?", she asked. "Um... do I need to go to a mental hospital for liking to wear girls and boys clothing?", Lance asked. Ms.Newton stared blankly at him, before chuckling slightly. "What is there something wrong with me?!", Lance asked, panic setting in. "No, no, no! Its just, if that where true I would need to go to a mental hospital too!", Ms.Newton exclaimed. Lance stared at her. "You like to wear-", "No honey, I like girls", Ms.Newton explained. Lance nodded his head in understanding, but in reality didn't fully understand his condition. "Lance listen, there is nothing wrong with you. You are probably just gender fluid", Ms.Newton explained. "Gender fluid?", Lance repeated. Ms.Newton nodded. "Just ask your parents about it when you are ready to know or to tell them, okay?", Ms.Newton said. "Okay", Lance responded. He then bid goodbye to his teacher, now somewhat knowing what he was.

Lance 14 Years Old... 

Hunk and Lance sat across from each other. They have been best friends for a while, and they now know almost everything about each other. Lance was going to tell Hunk about his "Hobby". "Hey Hunk, I need to tell you something...", Lance said as they sat in his room. Hunk turned to him, and smiled. "Sure, what is it?", he asked. "I-I think I am gender fluid...", Lance stuttered out. "Cool", he said and went back to watching to movie. "Wait, thats it? No saying that there is something wrong with me?", Lance asked confused. "Why would I say that buddy? You are just gender fluid, its no big deal", Hunk responded. Lance smiled and went back to watching the movie. Maybe his parents would be as nice and understanding as Hunk. 

Lance 16 Years Old... 

"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you", Lance said as he sat down at the diner table. "Sure, what is it mijo, what is it?", his mother asked as she bit into an apple. "I discovered something about myself a long time ago, and I think it is time I tell you", Lance said. His parents nodded, still not fully understanding where this was going. Lance took a deep breath. "I'm gender fluid...", Lance whispered out. He then turned his gaze to the ground, not wanting to see the reaction of his parents. "And?", his dad asked. Lance looked up. His mom was still eating her apple while his dad was still reading a newspaper. "Your not angry?", Lance asked. His mom smiled at him. "We don't really care either way mijo, but we are glad you told us, right my love?", his mom asked. He nodded, looked up, and smiled at his son. Lance smiled back. "Just next time do it when I am not eating an apple, you know your mama needs to keep them doctors away". Soon the room erupted with laughter. Lance was lucky, his parents where probably the best parents in the whole world.