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Nathan doesn't know who he is. Born as a boy, he struggles to understand why what's between his legs doesn't match up to what's in between his ears, and over time the anxiety and depression starts to kick in. What will happen? Who is Nathan? Go with him on his journey as he tries to figure out what he- or she?-means in life. ~~~~~AUTHORS NOTE~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. I am not transgender and neither is anyone I know, so this may not be accurate as it is purely based on ideas and stories I have read. Please do not be unkind towards anything I get wrong because of this fact, but criticism and corrections are requested :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read. CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters *** "You good Keke?" I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes. "Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack. "Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin. "Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world. "You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"

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