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FTM Mikey

Mikey was never like the other boys—

Or rather, the other girls, seeming as he was born in the wrong body with the wrong parts and the wrong voice.

But it was okay, because one day when he was sneaking around on his parents computer in maybe fifth or sixth grade, he found out he wasn't alone. In fact, there was even a name for the thing he was feeling, and he had never felt more relived.

Transgender that was the term, it explained that girls could be born in a mans body, and boys can be born in a girls body, and Mikey knew instantly that's what he was feeling.

Dresses and skirts had made his stomach churn, pinks and purples and flowers gave him headaches, and most importantly, his own body made his skin crawl, the fat distributed in the wrong places and curves and edges misplaced like a black car with one yellow door and a red bumper.

So yeah, Mikey was never normal, but it was okay, because his older brother wasn't very normal either, maybe even weirder then Mikey.
Gerard had come out as gay a year or so before Mikey had even discovered a label for himself, so it was only natural for Mikey to run into his older brothers room in the middle of the night-

"Gerard, I think I'm Transgender-" Mikey was standing in Gerard's door frame, panting heavily and staring at the older boy. Gerard looked up from his sketch book and blinked a few times.

"Okay, so you feel like a boy? How long have you known? Do you have a new name picked out?" Gerard had a thousand questions racing through his brain, he had always known his little sister— no brother, he was his brother now, was different. Just didn't know the extent.

"You're not mad?" Mikey looked at his brother sheepishly, "I mean, if you aren't I would like some help with like, y'know, figuring out a name and all of that."

"Of course I'm not mad, it's a totally normal thing that happens to some people, now c'mon, let's find you a name and cut your hair and we can even get you some new clothes if you'd like."

And that was that, they had scrolled through a baby names list and decided on Michael James- Mikey for short. Gerard had taken Mikey to get boxers and new jeans that fit his legs right and didn't hug his thighs and hips, and even new shirts- that wouldn't hug his waist and chest and make him want to rip his body open and be just a pile of blood and bones. Hell, Gerard had even hunted down and bought a chest binder, so Mikey wouldn't have to wrap his chest with ace bandages and pass out from exhaustion and overheating.

So Mikey felt okay, and maybe if he still wouldn't feel fully him until he started hormones and got top and bottom surgery, he felt okay.

As Mikey grew older, My Chemical Romance was formed, and as their band gained more traction and it became obvious that there was something different about the youngest Way, many people from middle school and high school would post pictures of Mikey, with long hair and a dress and the ugly lumps of fat on his chest. It rose questions, and when Frank or even Ray would curse out the interviewer for asking Mikey the dreaded question- "why couldn't you just stay in a girls body?" Mikey would have to calm the two down and answer with "it didn't feel right, I woke up every morning and wanted to crawl out of my own skin and cease living." The interviewer would just nod and move on to the next question.

Luckily, the band had never seen him as anyone other then Mikey, even Gerard, who had known him during the before. Saw him as no different then the rest of the band, just another boy, even if other bands and different fans would act strange around the lanky boy. It was okay though, because they still called him Mikey and handed him a beer instead of a fruity mixed drink and no one really asked questions.

Then Pete Wentz came into his life, and for the first time ever Mikey had managed to fall head first into the big L word. Pete had made him feel emotions Mikey had never felt for anyone before. Pete Wentz, had managed to make Mikey feel normal- even when doing Things with a capital T Pete would talk to Mikey and praise him and Mikey felt real. Mikey felt like he was truly Mikey.

"Does it hurt?" Pete had asked Mikey one day, both of the boys shirtless and the only thing between the two was Mikey's boxers and vest. Mikey sighed, and stopped tracing Pete's tattoos for just a second, then continued.

"Sometimes it's really hot and itchy, and when I wear it for too long my ribs hurt and I feel like I'm gonna pass out, but it's always better then bandages or tape or three bras stacked as one," Mikey spoke quietly, and Pete had never asked again. Pete never even asked about Mikey's dick, which was made of rubber and would sometimes make a funny popping noise when Mikey would adjust it so they could fuck, and he even knew Mikey had one to pee- and Mikey was thankful Pete never asked questions.

So it really wasn't a surprise when they became boyfriends, even after Warped Tour had ended, they still talked and Pete was behind Mikey the whole way.

Pete grasped at his sheets, trying to find his phone, that was lit up with the name of his lover.

"Pete!" Mikey exclaimed through the phone, voice cracking ever so slightly, voice changing from hormones. Pete smiled wide, excited that his boy was finally getting what he deserved.

"Yes Mikeyway?"

"I just scheduled my surgery Pete! No more binders Pete, I can be shirtless just like you!" Pete's smile was instantly widened three sizes.

"Oh Mikey, I'm so excited, tell me when it is, I'll tell the boys and I'll make sure I'll be there the second you go in and the minute you come out so I can take care of my boy.

And that's just what happened when Mikey woke up, bandages wrapped around his new chest with blood drains coming out the side. He started to cry.

"Pete, they're gone Pete," Mikey smiled, and Pete simply kissed Mikey's knuckles and smiled back because Mikey never smiled, Mikey never cried either, but Pete didn't care. His boy was happy. And that was all that Pete had ever wanted.

So Pete stayed with Mikey for the few months after his surgery, and was there when Mikey needed bathed and cleaned out Mikey's drains, and was there when Mikey's bandages came off and helped Mikey put scar cream over his scars and Pete didn't care. He sent recordings of his bass for songs from Mikey's basement, and would write lyrics about Mikey and how wonderful he was and everything else.

Then when Pete didn't want to go home, Mikey just told Pete to move in, and Pete did. He flew back to his house and packed his important belongings, gave the rest to non profits, and moved in with Mikey, sleeping in the same bed with him, and taking care of his boy when he needed it.

When the summer hit, Pete was there when Mikey took his first swim with his new chest, all of the boys in My Chem commenting on it and Mikey was glowing in pride and excitement.

"Woah! Mikey! You don't even have that big of a scar bro!" Ray would exclaim, "can I touch it?" Mikey, of course nodded, smiling when Ray ran his hand up and down the pale skin, and Pete would just kiss Mikey on the cheek, and hold him tight by the waist. Pete was there no matter what, and that was all Mikey needed.