Demi Lovato Imagines

Transgender

As a kid, I always used to have nightmares about what I'd be like as a Mom. How I'd treat my children, how I'd treat my Husband, whoever he may be... none of it ever felt right and the only person I ever told about them was my twin sister Demi. She used to sneak down the ladder of our bunk bed and get into my bed to snuggle with me and we'd wake up in the same position we fell asleep in. We were a team. 2 little sisters who thought they could take on the world.

My nightmares progressed from being a bad parent to being a bad person. Our family were very religious and it was almost offensive if you weren't the cisgendered heterosexual person that everyone knows you as. I'd spend hours as a kid, crying and hoping nobody would hear, not even Demi, all because I knew I was different and something about me wasn't right. I was 13 when Demi heard my silent sobs from the room next door that once belonged to our older sister Dallas until she moved into her own place last summer.

"Daniella? What's wrong? Another nightmare?" I hear her whisper in the pitch black of my bedroom before she turns on the lamp on my nightstand. I turn over to see her worried gaze and sad smile as she sits on the edge of my bed. "Yeah but they're different Dems, it's not the same nightmares anymore. These ones are worse, I feel like I'm hurting myself from the inside and there's no way to st-" I can't finish my sentence before I break down and feel the warmth of her arms wrapped around me. She calms me down with her soothing words of reassurance that she's here for me no matter what and climbs into my bed so I can sleep feeling safe with my sister next to me. "Demi? I need to tell you something... big" I sigh, listening to the steady beat of her heart. Squeezing me in her arms, she presses a kiss to my forehead, beckoning me to continue. "I think I'm a boy, I think I'm transgender" I whisper so only she could hear. She gets up from the pillow and leans on her elbow, looking at me in the eyes. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with that Dani, I support you no matter what. Have you got a name picked out yet? I don't wanna keep giving you bad thoughts by calling you the name Mom gave you" She explains with a comforting smile on her face while rubbing my forearm with her warm hand. I shake my head with happy tears threatening to spill from my eyes from the support of my sister. "That's okay, we got plenty time to figure all of that out. Now c'mere, I need to snuggle my brother" she laughs quietly before pulling me into her arms again and we fall asleep with smiles on our faces.

AN// This was a super emotional write that I've wanted to do for a while now and I still feel like there was more to include in it. It's a very personal imagine and hits my heart in many different ways. I also wanna do a part 2 of this where "Dani" chooses his name and comes out to Dianna but it's up to you guys so if you want that, let me know!

I totally didn't write this at 6am after not sleeping the whole night too so maybe that's why I'm in my feels 😂

Stay Strong 💛