Fork In The Microwave

COMING OUTTA DA DAM CLOSET

*ME: breathes in aggressively with hands clenched together in a ball while staring at you across the table* 

*You: starts sweating*

*You: So-*

ME: Aight so let's get into today's topic. Sorry for interrupting you, but frankly, I don't care about what you were saying. 

So, by the fact I know you read the title of this story in less than 0.5 seconds, I can tell you want the tea. So, skip the boring backstories and all the lame excuses and fast forward two years: I came to a realization and accepted that I am transgender. 

For those of you who live under a rock and don't know what that is, here's a definition written by some guy probably held at gunpoint by Google:

Transgender- an umbrella term that describes people whose gender identity or expression does not match the sex they were assigned at birth. For example, a transgender person may identify as a woman despite having been born with male genitalia.

In a more comfortable way of saying it, if you are born  a dude but feel like you is a girl deep down inside, then you decide "hey, imma be a fucking pretty princess" or if yus is born a female and feel like a dude and decide "hey, fuck y'all, Imma be a mans now" then that's kinda what transgender is, in a sense. Most people will disagree, others will be like "yeah, tf is wrong wit chu, we know" and others will just *inhale*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I really want to transition into becoming a mans. Its what I want to do. Its what I've always wanted to do but I was just never open about it. I told my mother about it and she didn't like it at all which really messed me up, considering the fact she said that she would be there for me no matter what. Then, knowing about my situation, continues to daughter me (which is when a parent calls you "she" "her" "my daughter" "my little girl", all that crap while they know you go by "he" "him" and all that), which made me question myself more. But right now, I know who I am. I am a boy. And that's who I always was and who I always will be. If you don't like it, keep your opinions to yourself cause nothing you say will change my mind. 

Anyways, you get the point. Let me tell you what's been up. 

So, Im in a new school, Its okay, not the wolds best but its a school so what do you expect. Also, I'm planning on making a bunch of new stories and all that. For those of you who I RP with, edit for, and chat with on a day to day basis, Im sorry for not being as active as I used to be and I hope that one day I can get back on track but for now we just breathe air and hope for the best.

Also, I got a story time for you:

A while back I was taking a shower and washing my hair while home alone when suddenly, within the bathroom BAM! BAM! Two fuckin explosions behind me. I am freaking out at this moment. IDK if someone is trying to get in, got in , is taking two massive shits behind me, I just don't know. the worst of it: I cant see. If I open my eyes, shampoo will molest me eyes in every way possible and I will literally die. This was when I had long hair and those with long hair know its a bitch to get shampoo out of hair once you just put it on. So what did I do? What some would do if they were in horror movies.

"H-Hello?"

I've never felt like pure shit until now. I'm naked, Im blind, and Im retarded. What was I expecting???? Them to finish wiping their ass, had they been crapping out a fucking continent and be like, yeah, Im here. I came to kill you, just a heads up. BTW is this Costco toilet paper? This shit tight bro. 

IDK what I was thinking. I nearly died when all I heard was silence. What if the pipes burst? What if it was a ghost? What if what if what if. Finally, the shampoo was gone and I had my vison. In a split second, I threw open the shower door and hurled my head out into the freezing cold and searched in every place for a killer or a bomb or a pipe but all I saw was two vacuum-sealed bags filled with blankets lying next to each other on the floor. I turned white. In this bathroom, there was a shelf area where the ceiling separates from the wall and it goes pretty deep. Those things were in the way back but here they are, on the ground. 

I grabbed a towel and bolted out of there like the Flash.

The End. That was my story for you I hope you enjoyed. 

Now, for the QUESTION OF THE DAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"What Is your favorite food combination that make others incredibly uncomfortable?"

Please comment your answer and stay tuned for more chapters! 

Thanks guys 4 making this such a successful story on my profile and adding it to your reading lists. Have fun not dying!