Don't You Hear My Call?

Beautiful Boy

Rogers POV
I was born Roger Meddows Taylor. I have long blonde hair and big blue eyes. My skin is fair and adopts a pink tint at times. My lips as big and legs are skinny. If I didn't have a dick between my legs when I was born, I would have definitely been a girl.

My parents wanted me to be a girl. I was pretty enough to be one. I've looked like one my whole life. I've always been more beautiful than handsome.

My sisters would dress me up in their dresses and do my makeup. They'd call me 'Rogerina' and teach me to be a lady. I will admit it felt nice to be a girl. I felt almost, natural? My father would never allow me to be seen as anything else but a boy in public though. It was fun for a while to act girly, but I was forced to go through the path of life as a man. I still get confused as a woman to this day. I'm not sure if I mind it.

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to be a girl. What if I had breasts rather than a smooth chest? What if my legs were hairless and my hair longer and softer? Would I be more attractive?

I thought about this. I never told anyone though. They would all think I'm a freak. Maybe I wanted to be a girl. Maybe deep, deep down I knew I wasn't meant to be a man. Maybe...

Brian's POV
What the fuck.

Johns POV
Freddie and I waited impatiently outside Rogers room. "What do you think they're taking about?" Freddie asked. I sighed, "I don't know, but it's worrying me. He said it was personal" I whispered. Freddie nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder.

We stayed outside until the doctor came out the door. "Is there any new?" Freddie asked. "Brian has just been given some very, um, heavy news and I don't believe I should be the one to tell you both." He said. Freddie looked at me, fear in his eyes. "Can we go in?" I asked. The doctor nodded, but told us to knock first. Freddie gently rapped on the door. "Come in"

"Hey Bri, is everything alright?" I spoke. "Yes, everything is fine, there was just a little something the doctor had to ask" he replied. I don't believe him. But I shouldn't push him.

"Alright, as long as you're both okay" Freddie said with a smile. Brian nodded and stared at Roger. His eyes were fixed on him. I couldn't help but wonder just what the doctor had said to him. "Do you think he'll be up soon?" I asked. "It doesn't look like it" he said monotonously, "he's getting really close to the comatose deadline." This absolutely was the worst thing that could have happened to Roger. But the sad part was that we didn't know why he got hurt. Lord knows he didn't deserve it.

"I'm sure he'll be up sooner than you'll think" Freddie tried to stay positive. "Yeah" Brian said softly. His face was still stone cold and his eyes were still stuck on Roger. I can't imagine how I would feel if Freddie were in this position. I don't want to think about that though. It's too scary. Too real. Too easy to be true.

"Has Mark said anything about who he thinks could have done this?" I asked. I wanted this to be my final question. "I haven't spoken to him yet" he said. I stopped asking things. Brian was obviously in a tough place. The last thing he wants is to be reminded of the incident.

We sat in silence for what felt like hours. "Well" Freddie began, "Tell is about any updates. John and I should be heading home." Brian made a small noise in agreement and got up from his chair. Freddie hugged him tight and then I hugged Brian afterwards. "Thank you for being here with me" He croaked. "No trouble at all. We'll always be here for you" I smiled. A small tear fell from Brian's eye and down his cheek. Freddie wiped it away with his finger. "Stay strong, Bri. He'll be alright" he said.