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𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹
"So how was your day sweetie", my mom asked me as I ignored her and continued to chew on my food. I felt a set of eyes on me, making me look up to be met with Shéyaa's harsh glare. I gulped looking back down at my plate.
"Kentrell, you don't here your mother talking to you", I heard his raspy deep voice speak. "It was good ma", I said shakily knowing that he didn't tolerate disrespect well.
"Oh well that's good baby, I just wanted to make sure since I didn't get to come pick you up from school today", she said cheerfully. I never understood why she was always so giggly and cheesy. There's honestly no reason she should be this happy. I mean I love that she's happy and all but it's starting to aggravate me.
I hummed letting her know that I heard what she said. Once I finished eating, I slowly got up and limped towards the sink to dump my plate. I could feel the pain from earlier finding its way back through my body.
I partially walked up the stairs with my hand on my back as I felt the pain shoot through my backside, making me groan. I decided to take another shower, hoping that would ease up the pain a little.
I walk into the bathroom starting the shower so it could heat up a little. I head back into my room so I could pick out some clothes, which consisted of one of Shéyaa's t-shirt and a pair of Victoria's Secret boy shorts. I grabbed all my essentials and towels from off my dresser.
I sat all the stuff I needed down on the counter and closed the door, making sure to lock it. I started stripping out of my clothes and threw them in the hamper.
I looked in the mirror and started to immediately get off track. I stared at all the flaws on my body, wishing that they would just magically disappear. From my pudgy stomach and stretch marks, to my thick thighs and legs, all the way down to the shiny pearl that sat up between my thighs that connected to my plump and jiggly backside.
I shook my head, hopping into the tub before I thought myself into a mini depression. I know that Shéyaa wouldn't like to see me beating myself up over it, but sometimes I just can't help it. I hate that I was different, why'd it have to be me? Why couldn't I just be a normal boy, one with a penis between his legs.
If you couldn't tell by now, I was born intersex. Meaning I was born with a female reproduction system. My mom always did her best to protect me from this harsh world, but she couldn't be by my side 24/7. I mean everything was good up until I started high school, but that's when me and Gazzy stopped being friends and he outed my secret out to everyone.
And that's when the depression and insecurity came in. I was bullied my whole freshman year because of this and the bullying got so bad to where my mom thought it was best if we just moved. I was so thankful that we did because if we didn't I most likely would've killed myself. At my old school, I really couldn't trust anyone because it was either another bully or some fuck boy tryna get a quick nut.
