I just look like a scrawny little boy. That's not who i am. Yes, maybe it is the son my parents knew, but i feel so wrong. So the other day i told my parents. They took me to a doctor, this doesn't mean they were unsupportive or really religious and going to get me 'cured'. They just wanted to be sure, ya know, that i wasn't just doing it for attention, or to fit in, because nowadays it's seen as quite normal for teens, they didn't want me to change for the sake of seeming 'qUiRkY'.
I walked into the doctors office, nervously, it didn't feel like all the previous times i went to the doctor as a kid, with the chickenpox, so glad to be missing school, and all for one lollipop and a tube of calamine lotion. This time, i felt like everyone was staring at me, like they were in on it, all some plan to humiliate me. Nothing had even happened, but i wanted the ground to swallow me up, and then cough me up somewhere far away, somewhere sunny and calm, where my identity doesn't matter, where i am accepted as me. Just as Alex.
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You didn't have to, Alex.
FantasyA non-binary person falls in love with someone, but they have to give up something important to have them, something that could not only lose their lover, but their whole life too.
