To Bee Or Not To Be

My name is Bryn G. Wilson, my legal name anyway, I have a cousin who looks exactly like me, her name is Briella Wilson. I am a normal 18-year-old. As normal as I can get being a homeschooled, dyslexic and closeted gay. As normal as it can get, knowing that my cousin isn't actually real. Well, she is but she isn't. It's all rather complicated. See it all started when I came out to my parents when I was 14 years old, and my father beat me within an inch of my life. He would not have a gay son. It effectively got fucked months later when he found dresses and make-up in the back of my closet. Somehow in the mix of the violent spew of words and chaotic screaming, I had told my dad that maybe I didn't want to be a boy or a girl. Maybe I just wanted to be. To cut the long story short, I ended up living a secret double life. My father was alright with it as long as no one ever found out his son was gay. So, I live as Bryn and as Briella. I kept the ruse going so well for four years. I mean mom made it easier by suggesting that I be homeschooled as soon as my father had yelled something about keeping me in the basement and never letting me leave. Like I said, it was all so easy for four years, until I snuck out one night for a party, got drunk and Briella kissed a boy I had been crushing on for years. Welcome to my life, my chosen name is Bee, and I am a non-binary 18-year-old in a world of trouble.

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