The other day, my grandpa mentioned that we need to start going back to church.
Which is fine with me, I don't mind church, whatever, you know. Not a big deal.
But the first thing that came to mind was the fact that my grandparents like us to look nice for church. And that means that they're going to make me look girly, and I do not want to deal with that.
Keep in mind that this is what I looked like the last time I went to church:
You can tell from my face just how uncomfortable I was. Fortunately, my hair isnt that long anymore, but they're still going to make me dress up. They tried to make me wear a skirt that day, but I managed to get out of that situation. The outfit I ended up having to wear wasnt much better though, and I'm not ready to have to deal with this again.
And I seriously doubt that they will just let me wear a button up and jeans, because "that's what guys wear" liek dUDE I KNOW THATS THE POINT I'm a gUy
Ironically, the song Church by Fall Out Boy started playing on shuffle as I wrote this.
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My Trans Story
Non-FictionEDIT: Since completing this book, I've changed my name to Evan *** This book will be filled with my experiences in coming out, transitioning, random stories, and rants. I hope you enjoy!