
My name is Jordan, but I was born with the name Jessica. Yes, I may look like a girl, but I know I'm not. I know I was born in the wrong body. No, it is not a phase just cause I'm only 14. I've know since I was 5 when I saw I didn't like what every other liked, but instead I like what boys seem to like. I am not sexually attracted with boys, no, I like girls. That doesn't make me gay cause if I'm a boy, I'm supposed to like girls. There's this one girl that I've had a crush on since 7th grade. Her name is Taylor, but how could she love or even like someone who is transgender? My mother is a single mother who has me and my older brother Ricky who is 16. She treats my brother and I very different. I get verbally abused by her because I'd rather wear big shirts, jeans, jackets, converse, and play violet games rather than where make-up, dresses, skirts, and have long flowing hair. Yeah, when I cut my hair last year, my mom got really pissed at me for not asking her first. My brother accepts me for who I am, but my mother not so much. She wants me to be this little perfect girl she always wanted. Without being said, this is about Jordan, and not Jessica.Tous Droits Réservés
1 chapitre