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Henrik X Transgender!Teen!Reader

*Not My Cover Art*

Special Thank You to patrckbluemoon For Allowing me to Use This Prompt!

(Also, sorry for Henrik's bad German accent, enjoy the story anyways!)

(I hate to do this but this character is specifically a trans guy but if people want I can do a trans girl or non-binary/ agender oneshot later.  Sorry again!)

(Y/N) POV

  I have tears pouring out of my eyes as my parents were yelling at me from the front seats of the car.  I had come out to them as a transgender today because I thought I could tell them.  I was very, very wrong.

  "Mom, Dad, I have something important to tell you!"  I exclaimed, waving them into the living room and onto the couch.

  "What is it darling?"  My mom said with a smile then took a sip of coffee.

  My parents both waited for me to tell them what I had to say.

    I sighed.

  "Mom, Dad, I'm a boy, I'm transgender."

  Their smiles instantly faltered and turned into glares.

  "What did you just say?"  My dad questioned, anger seeping into his voice.

  "I-I said t-that I'm a b-boy.  I-I never felt like a girl and I w-was always uncomfortable."  I stuttered, beginning to shake.

  "That is not acceptable in my household!  Get in the car now."  My father boomed and I nodded.

  "(Y/N), how DARE you even think for one second that you are a boy!  You are a girl and you can't change that!"  My mother screamed at me as my father gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles beginning to turn white.

  "I can't believe that you're so fucked up in the head that you think this is okay.  It must be that damned phone you're always on."  My dad growled.

  I just kept crying and looked out of the car window.  We were in a part of town I didn't recognize and it had a large hospital but not much else.  There were woods as far as the eye can see behind the building and a single dirt road leading into them.  My dad pulled into the hospital parking lot and got out of the car.  He opened my door and started dragging me by the arm.

  "Oh, this place will fix you right up (Y/N), don't worry about that.  Soon you'll be normal like the rest of us."  My mother said, patting my back, making me flinch from her touch.

  We went into the front door and instantly the smell of antiseptic (Heh) hit my nose.  My father dragged me up to the front desk where a worker greeted us.