It's funny how I thought I was genderfluid at 12 years old, despite the fact I rarely ever wore women clothes due to how un-comfortable I feel like. I'm also glad at school we wouldn't have different clothes for different sexes.
But then again here I am, staring at my reflection still un-impressed
I adjusted my boxers and pants, tucking my shirt front so my chest wouldn't show.
"Chelsea we're getting late!" My mom yelled
I combed my emoish/scene hair neatly then messed it up again, it doesn't really even matter it's school and I don't know who the hell am I trying to impress other than the fact I'm trying to pass as a biogical male.
I rushed to the car and waited for the rest of my younger siblings.
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SCHOOL.
Can't this day just end quickly already before I run myself over a truck
I sat on the benches during the last period of P.E
I felt the bench shake as Amelia sat beside me.
"I'm so fat" Amelia complained as she rubbed her thighs
"No you're not" I hissed annoyed.
Seriously, can't this day be over yet?
"Oh my god, look at my thighs! Their huge! I wish I was as skinny as you are" she whined
Times like this I just want to punch her in the face because whenever people complain about their body, it's funny. They don't even know half of it. You think I'm happy trapped with this body possibly forever?
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Trapped Inside My Own Mind
No FicciónA transgendered boy struggling with his daily life basis and trapped inside of his own mind trying to find his way out but it doesn't help that he lives in a homophobic country and society. [COMPLETED]
