As we approach the school, my heart begins racing. This is my first year attending as a boy. Over the summer I got all my hair cut off, I purchased a packer and binder, and began going by a different name. My mom talked to the school and they changed the info in the system so my new teachers will know me by Ashton rather than Bree. They also changed my gender to male rather than female. I had no friends or any close peers, so no one will recognize me and they'll just believe I'm a new student. Maybe now they won't think I'm weird, since I appear as a boy to match my boyish characteristics. But I'm still terrified that someone may notice I'm not a biological male. I am not on testosterone yet, but I just tell people I have a vocal problem that causes my voice to appear a higher pitch than it should be. But what if they notice my hips, or my curvy figure? What if my packer falls out of place during gym? As I begin to think of these things, I can feel my chest tightening.
"It's going to be okay, no one will notice." Brittany says, as she places a hand on my shoulder.
"I hope you're right." I say with a sigh.
We arrive and I take my bag and get out of the car. We walk to the entrance and I take a deep breath before stepping into the hall.
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Trapped in Myself
Teen Fiction"This dress would look perfect on you." "Dresses aren't really my thing" He knew who he was, even when no one else understood. ⚠️trigger warnings⚠️
