To ever think that I had hope that my mother would change her ways and actually support me for being who I am. This is what my mother told me just minutes ago, you can still have your trans friends without being trans. I replied with what's that supposed to mean? She's replies back, your not transgender and you can still have transgender friends if your not transgender. I just look at her...
So when are you going to get the psychiatrist letter done? She asks me. Pretty soon, I reply. You do realise you'll never be able to save up enough for surgery and that your better off just staying like this, because it's who you are. She says to me. I hate Crystal. She adds. Why? I ask. Because she did this to you, she changed you. The anger is boiling up inside me. I grab my mother's stomach and squeeze as hard as possible until she punches me in the head. I get off the bed. She calls down to me, when do you want dinner? Soonish is what I reply with...