Hurbert, while he was Hurbert, was different even as a young child. He didn’t fit in with the other kids. He did not act the way people thought a male should act. He went to an all boys private school on a scholarship. Hurbert’s family was not very well off. His parents divorced while he was at a young age, and his mother took full custody. At the age of 13, he began to realize what was actually going on with him. He began to notice how uncomfortable he was with his body. He had asked anonymous questions to others he felt comfortable with over Tumblr. Soon his knowledge on the subject of gender ideantity and transexuality begain to become extecive. This is how Hurbert learned he really was a she. He had not told anyone of his transexuality. He spent weeks trying to pick a new feminine name for when he did come out, he finally decided on Sofie.
The planning took weeks to finalise, but she finally got it all in place. Sofie paced along her bedroom floor, this was the time she had been waiting for. She was going to finally come out to her parents. Her nerves made her feel sick. her head was stuck in the future and she couldn’t get back to the present. What if questions swam around her head, one of the worst thoughts was if both her parents did not approve and she could not live with either.
The window next to her bed was left open, a soft breeze caused her soft blue curtains sway in a slow languid motion. She could hear everything from the outside through her window, birds chirping a song, the hum of car engines as they pass. Sofie was waiting for her mother to come home. She had dressed up in a nice black formal dress, black flats, with a thin line of black eyeliner, Her hair was made to look longer with brown hair extensions that matched her natural hair tone.
Drawing in a long breath Sofie reached for her phone, she dialed her fathers number and pressed talk. Her hands shook violently, hand her knees knocked. The buzz of the phones ringer only made her more anxious. Sofie silently wished that her father would not pick up. As she heard the click of her father answering the phone she froze.
“Hello?” the smooth deep voice of her father came loud and clear though the phones speaker. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Sofie realized the deed was done, she had to follow through now. “Uh.. hi, dad I was wondering if you would come to mom house, theres something important I have to tell you two.” She was trying her hardest not to hyperventilate, as tears began to fall from her eyes.
“Sure kiddo, I’ll be there soon.” Sofie could hear the joy in her fathers voice. If only he knew what was really going on, Sofie thought suddenly. She slowly pulled the phone away from her ear, and pressed the end button. She felt the anxiety bubbling in her stomach and it began to worsen.
Time seemed to go by slower and slower. If her mother was on schedule, she should come home in five minutes. When she thought about how much longer it would take, it felt like it was days. She continued her pacing, walking back and forth from wall to wall. Her nerves were going wild, and she was pretty sure they would make her vomit at some point or another during her confession. As much as she hoped, she did not she could not be one hundred percent sure that she would not.
Her pacing and anxiety dragged on until she heard the sound of her mother's car pulling in to the driveway. Sofie froze on spot, her mom was home, her dad was on his way, and she was not confident that she could actually do this. But she already called her dad, she has to. Sofie stood alone in her room, eyes closed, hands clenched together, breath ragged, and various. Although she was freaking out, she stood completely still.
The sound of a second car pulling in the driveway pulled her out of her trance. She waited for the sound of the front door opening and closing, once she heard that she made her way slowly to her bedroom door. Grabbing the handle she gave a slow twist, the door unlatched itself from the frame and glided open. It’s now or never Sofie though. “Mom, Dad will you please take a seat on the couch.” she yelled loud enough for both of her parents to hear.
She didn’t get a reply but she went on the sound of foot steps and then lack of foot steps that her parent had been seated. The trek to the living room was slow and nerve racking. But once she arrived, anxiety seemed to punch her in the stomach, knocking the breath out of her.
Hopefully it was worth telling, she thought. Sofie knows that when she tells she will be lighter and happier no matter who doesn’t approve. That made coming out worthwhile.
