That's Not My Name!!-Trans Story-
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"Alexandera You're not a guy."
"That's not my name!!"
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Alexander is a boy who is raised by a very religious family.Alexander is trans(Girl to boy)and not accepted from her family or at school.He has no friends and gets bullied.How far will he have go to not only get accepted but also respected.
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Warning:This is not a love story at all.If you do not like 'gays' goodbye.TRIGGER WARNING DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU.CONTAINS ALOT OF TRIGGERING SLURS AND ABUSE.
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