Transgender Life

Stage 1

Ever since I was little I didn't feel like I belonged. Nothing ever felt really right. My parents died when I was young, decided to go out to a club one night but I guess they didn't think the driving part through. I became an orphan, went through the fostering system. I eventually was adopted into a forever home by the fishers. They seemed a nice lot, we'll all apart from the youngest son who was a little older than me. His name was Hunter. He never really talked and mostly hid under his bed sheets reading comics and in a world of his own. There were Ciara and Antony they where very caring to me but I still couldn't help feel angry at them. And then the oldest child Carrie who was about ten years older than me. They had a cat called mojo, a dog called shep and another dog called eevee. Mojo was a trouble maker always eating out of bins and drinking toilet water. Shep was lovely and caring and she loved us all and constantly wanted hugs but she was very big. And eevee who was small, quite mischievous but always willing to snuggle up with you. This was my new family.