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"No," I said, softly but firmly. "I don't think you've believed a lie. I want you to have that. I want you to open your eyes one morning and realize that you've met that person and it's almost like they were made just for you. And that all this pain can be behind you, buried forever, if you just let go..." They looked at our hands together and then into my eyes. I expected a question to still be there, maybe even annoyance, but all I found was an infinite gentleness. And then I had the most dangerous thought. Can we walk like this? In this majestic place with our fingers and palms wrapped together, can I be allowed to look down and see that? To look down to my side and see Charlie's body connected to mine, fulfilling my most furious desire-to be touched by them. "I've Been Waiting All Along" is a diverse YA-love story featuring a non-binary main character. If you enjoy emotional, intimate love stories, you'll adore this <3

Rachel Berie was a 15 year old girl who was simply trying to make her way through highs chool. A 15 year old girl, but that had never quite sat right with her. Looking back on her life at the boys she thought she liked, she begins to question. "Did I want to be with them... or want to be them?" This is a original story about the journey of a trans boy as he figures himself out, while simultaneously having to battle high school, as if that wasn't enough by itself. (side note i'm extremely unmotivated at times so expect really slow updates)

Max is a 15 year old transgender boy with a secret twitch channel. His entire community and online friends don't know he's trans, but suddenly everything changes when his mother finds out about his secrets...

Hello there! I can most likely guess why you are here: you are looking for help in your transition. Firstly, Im so proud of you for looking for ways to help your mind feel comfortable in your body! Secondly, I can help (hopefully). I have been a transgender male for a little over three years, and I have learned a lot during that time. My transition has just recently started moving at a steady pace, and i am quickly becoming the boy I always knew I was. Because of my experience, I wanted to create a guide to help out other trans males, or just masculine presenting people in general!

Hi! My name is Sam, I'm a freshman in high school, and I'm a trans guy. This is just gonna be updates on my life and I hope it could help some kiddos (or maybe even some older people) out with figuring gender, transitioning, coming out, etc. Thanks for the read.

Hi my name is tyler, and this story is how I'm living my life as a transgender teen in society. That's about it so yeah. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it! ❤❤

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Nex is a gay autistic trans teenage boy just trying to make it through life. Bullies at school, transphobic teachers, and an abusive household make it hard to believe there's any hope of a bright future. Nex's only escape is music, playing his guitar. Soon, this changes, when the short quiet new kid moves to his school. Harper brings new light into Nex's life and together, Harper and New try to pass the test known as life. !Trigger Warnings! - Descriptions of physical and mental abuse - Transphobia, homophobia, and ableism - Self Harm - Blood and violence - Language - Slurs If you are uncomfortable with any of these, I recommend not reading this book. I will also put trigger warnings before each chapter when necessary.

Feelings right now.

Andrew never had a choice in his life. He didn't choose to be born female, he didn't choose to come out to his family, and he didn't choose to be given superpowers. Becoming a superhero, in his mind, was a way to take control of his life, a way to finally make a choice, a way to be the superhero kids like him could relate to. Little did Andrew know, his choice would have major consequences. ----------- The characters in the story are my own, thanks. If you don't like the LGBT community...sorry. Sorry, Cap, but there be big no-no words in this. Slurs referring to the LGBT Community are used. There probably be some possibly-triggering situations, so proceed with caution. Also, this book is a restart of a book that was on this account. ----- So apparently this is #1 in #transteen...?

My Experiences Day-To-Day as a kinda out Trans Guy.

[UPDATE 30/5/2017: I've been pretty shit at updating this over the last year (sorry!!), however I promise I'll come back to this story at some point.] The name Francesca felt like some kind of twisted joke to him. Being referred to as 'she' felt even worse. And his body made him feel sick. Because it just wasn't his. He wasn't Francesca - he was Frank (or, if he specifically said so, you could call him Frankie... But that was only reserved for really special people.) And the one thing he wished for was to be happy in his own skin. But he knew that would take a long time. * This story follows a young transgender boy. I should mention that I am not transgender, I am a cis female, and obviously I know that I cannot fully understand the struggles that people who are trans face. This story is partly my way of showing support for those who are trans (including a couple of my closest friends) and partly me trying to work on my ability to write about issues that do not directly affect me (i.e. dysphoria and having parents who will not support you). If you are trans and something I say comes across as offensive, please know that it was not intended that way, and I am sorry. Leave a comment and I'll change or remove it as soon as I can.

Letters from a little boy named Levi to his mother. (Warning Swearing and Trigger Warning)

Don't worry, its just a phase, A creation of the mind. It's not real. It's all inside your head, little one. You get up every morning, Drag yourself away from the safety of your room, Walk barefoot into the corridor, praying your parents are asleep. As you tip-toe to the kitchen, your heart starts to beat faster. The medical cupboard, despite being white, has a dark sense to it. It slides open without a sound. The only sound you hear is your breathing, long breaths become shorter. You grab the bandage. Back in your room, you being to wrap the bandage around your chest. You feel your breath being cut off, your back hurt. You wince. You're at the final bit of the stretchy material. You tuck it in. You feel your mind collapse as you sit alone on the bus. Pictures Of You by The Cure, being blasted into your ears as you cry silently. No one understands it. Neither do you, Beautiful boy. Stay strong.

Idk yet

Join me as I tell my life, thoughts, and feelings. It's mostly focused on my trans journey, but will stray from that (I promise). Little warning: I deal with panic attacks and have dealt with some pretty heavy stuff, so there probably will be that (I'll warn when anything triggering might pop up).

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Little background story: I'm doing an exchange in Canada at the moment. This was an assignment for my English class that I never actually handed in. Excuse any mistakes. English is not my native language.

This story is about a trans masc teenager suffering with a s/h addiction and mental health issues so read carefully these topics can be triggeringto some, if you are struggling know that I am too and so are so many others you aren't alone. ⚠️TW FOR THE FOLLOWING⚠️ Mentions of self harm suicidal thoughts gender dysphoria transphobia Abuse