Untitled oneshot/drabble

Just a thing that is a bit venty but not really

The girl felt like she was barely living some days. She felt like she wasn't even there, like she was just… Floating in a body that wasn't hers, watching as something or someone else piloted her body.

And so she watched. Watched as the something discovered that she could change her appearance. Watched as the something experimented with it, and figured out that she could only change what she looked like, not her species, not really.

She could make her ears pointed, and she could change her eye color, and she could change her hair color and length and, to an extent, her height and body shape, but she could not change into a mouse, or a dog, or any animal really.

And the something lived her life like that, for a long time, acting like her. And the something lived as her body got older, but she didn't feel older, not really. And then her body, that didn't feel like her body anymore, turned 15.

And then she was introduced to the idea that people could be a different gender than the one they were assigned at birth. That they could love a different gender than their opposite.

And then she understood.

She did research, and she figured out that she was not a she, but a he, and then he felt like it was his body again, not the something's.

And eventually, halfway through the year, he ran away. Because he wanted a new start. His parents never really loved him anyway, not like they were supposed to. Their love was conditional at best, really.

And he changed himself, almost completely. There were things he kept, but he was almost completely a new person.

And maybe he liked it better that way.