He, She, Freak

Chapter One- Three Days

I had three more days. I don't know how to feel, excited? Anxious?

I was nervous for sure, fidgety yes, and spacing out as I thought of the many ways this could go wrong. I had three long days. Yet they felt so short.

I was standing in my bathroom, gripping onto the bathroom sink as I took in my appearance. Long thick, curly brown hair reached my back, my jaw line barely showed, but I wasn't fat, nor thick. Just in that weird healthy place where my stomach didn't fall over my waist, and my thighs touched slightly. My boobs were average, but they just seemed to get bigger to me. I hated it.

You'd think, 'why would a girl with a somewhat perfect body, hate it?'

It's because I'm not a girl, and disphoria has had its hands wrapped around my neck for years. People would continuously call me beautiful, cute, pretty, even gorgeous. I'd thank them, but it just made me feel so feminine, so girly.

I am a boy.

But, no one knows that, not until my birthday. In three days.

I turned the faucet on and splashed cold water onto my anxious face. Trying to calm myself. "Breath, just breath.." I'd continuously tell myself as I put on a black baggy shirt and black ripped jeans. It was one of my favorite outfits, it made me feel masculine, and as if I was being my real self.

I slipped on a black pair of boots and a black beanie. When I made it to the kitchen my mother raised an eyebrow at my choice of clothing.

"Do you have to wear that ugly shirt? It drowns out your figure," My mother commented with a frown. I nearly mumbled, that's the point, before I stopped myself.

"Its my favorite shirt ma, and plus its black, my favorite color," I responded and nearly flinched at my own voice. It sounded so feminine. Just three more days, I reminded myself and a small smile found its place on my face.

"You're acting a bit strange, Daniella, " My mother commented and I shrugged, trying to hide the cringe I was holding. I despised that name, I just wish she stuck with Dan.

"Dan, its Dan," I corrected and she roller her eyes and placed the pan she was holding on the counter.

"I named you Daniella, not Dan sweetheart," Now it just sounded like she was mocking me.

"I just prefer Dan okay?" I asked and she, again, rolled her eyes.

"That doesn't change what your name is, now get your bag. Or else you'll be late to the bus," She waved me off and I let out an annoyed huff.

God she annoys me, why can't she just call me Dan?! I mentally screamed as I stormed into my room and out the door with my backpack on my back and my phone in my hand.

As I was out the door, I stopped to a walking pace as I scrolled through Instagram. As I tried to find one of my internet friends. I needed to talk to someone who understood what I was feeling.

I found Bryan and sent a text to him hastily.

Hey, something happened this morning can we talk?
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What happened are you okay? Did they find out?
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No, its just my mom
She's being a total dick
I want her to call me Dan
But she's all like,'but I
named You Daniela '
It's so aggravating
I'm terrified about how
She'll react when I tell
her I'm transgender..
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I'd be aggravated to, when you come out, if they kick you out would you have a place to stay?
I mean you're parents could be accepting, but just in case. Do you have a place to stay?
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No, actually I wouldn't, maybe if my friends accepted me, I'd live with them or something. I just hope it doesn't get to that.
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Same here, have a good day, I have to go my teacher's getting suspicious! Bye!
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Bye, you to!
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I turned my phone off and made my way to my bus stop. I leaned against the stop sign as I took a deep breath of the salty air. Florida was a very nice place. Beaches were always about a few miles away, and it never got cold. It always had this nice warm feeling, refreshing almost.

I let myself soak in the sun, knowing that I'd be trapped inside of a building for up to eight hours.

"Daniella right?" a guy asked startling me.

"I prefer Dan, but that's me," I replied to the flushed boy in front of me.

"Would you go out with me?" He asked and I let out a huge sigh.

"I am so sorry, you're a cute guy, but I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment, " I replied and he gave me a look of understanding, though I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Wanna be friends at least?" He asked pleadingly and I raised an eyebrow.

"And why would you think I'd deny a new friend? I asked him and he shrugged as a wave of relief seemed to have had gone through him.

"I never got your name?" I asked him and he smiled at me.

I felt terrible, this really cute guy had a crush on me, he liked the girl he saw. I hated it.

"My name's Charlie," He was still smiling, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He was adorable.

"Charlie, huh? It fits you," I said and he nodded. But a look of curiosity crossed his face.

It was crazy how I could read this guy in front of me so easily.

I thought to myself for a second, maybe this guy would understand that I was transgender... I should experiment, I just need this anxiety out of me.

"Hey, um, Charlie. I'm going to tell you something. Promise not to tell anyone, okay?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow at me before his eyes widened.

"Wait are you a lesbian? Not that I don't support that-" He stuttered out, but when I laughed he stopped.

"I'm not a lesbian," I got closer to Charlie, so only me and him could hear what I had to say.

"I'm a dude, transgender if you would," I whispered and his eyes widened before he frowned.

"Than what's with the long hair? Wait! You haven't told anyone yet," Charlie said in a whisper which I was glad he had.

"Yeah, my birthday is coming up in three days, that's when I'm coming out," I whispered back and he gave me a confused look.

"Then why'd you tell me? We just met," He asked with a frown and I shrugged.

"You said you supported me when you called me a lesbian, so I just winged it," I chuckled and he smiled.

"Plus I needed to tell someone before I blurted it out to my friends, or worse my parents. I'm still scared of what they might think though," I frowned to myself as I thought of the words they might call me.

"If anything happens call me okay?" He asks as he scribbles his number on my wrist with his name above it

"You know my phone is in my hand right?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I didn't see it?" He laughs, and right before a chuckle escaped my lips, the bus arrived.

"Thank you though," I smiled at him before walking onto the bus, I found an empty seat in the back, I was about to take my headphones out when someone sat next to me.

I looked up expecting to see Charlie only to see a douche-bag sitting next to me. David.

"Hey Daniela, what were you saying to your boyfriend over there?" David asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Its none of your business asshole, you want to move for me or would you like to get kicked out of the seat?" I asked with a harsh glare, but he only smiled.

"Daniela, baby-"

"Don't call me that, my name is Dan, and I am not your baby," I growled and David came closer to me.

"I'll call you whatever I want. Slut," That pulled me over the edge.

I pulled back my fist and as it connected to David's jaw, a sickening crack sounded in the air. Though it had been barely audible, from the loud kids on the bus.

"You bitch!" He shouted as he pushed my, hard against the metal wall of the bus.

"Get the fuck off of me! I swear I'll kick you in the face if you don't-" Pain was soaked into the side of my cheek, probably leaving a hand print.

I growled, "What the fuck!" I shouted and jumped on top of David. Soon enough all eyes were on the both of us, David punched my in the face and nose, as I was pulled away from him.

My nose was bleedings and I couldn't open my right eye.

"Dan! Oh my god are you okay? David you bastard!" I could hear Charlie rage but I stood up and looked at David as the bus driver was coming.

"Don't ever call me a slut, I am not afraid to fight you," I flipped him off and turned around to the bus driver.

Her eyes widened at my face. "What the hell happened?! " She screeched.

"I started the fight miss, I threw the first punch at David so he hit me back. I'm okay," I explained hoping she'd drop the topic. Yet she went on.

"You shouldn't hit girls! That's against the law!" She shouted at David, but I brought her attention back to me.

"Assault is illegal, if a girl were to hit a guy, she'd go to jail as well miss," I said and she threw her arms up.

"Office referrals to both of you!" She exclaimed and I shrugged. It could've been worse.. I thought.

"Now, David in the front!" She ordered and he pushed past me, I hooked his foot with mine, and he tripped, his hands catching himself before he rushed to get up.

"Later bitch," He mumbled and I huffed in annoyance. Today isn't going to get easier, I noted as I sat next to Charlie, letting him examine my features.

"What happened?"

I told him, and he frowned at me.

"I know he called you a slut, but as I can tell you're not as strong as him. You can't just start fights with him," He lectures, and I nod my head, thinking it all over in my head.

Three days, I wondered to myself, as I pretended to listen to Charlie's on going lecture.

AN
The very first chapter!
I made this one long unintentionally, and this is how long chapters are usually going to be. If their not long enough, than god damn you expect a lot out of me (😂) but I will try to update as fast as I can. Its the end of Christmas break so school will be frustrating as usual. So, my apologies.

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