Tws: toxic parents,abusive (mostly mentally) parents, being starved, being treated like a slave kinda

3rd person pov

' Clementine ' Innit.

A 13 year old ' girl ' as of today.

' Her ' hair is long and dirty blonde, eyes blue and bright. ' She ' is tall ish for ' her ' age, and is thin due to being fed rarely by ' her ' horrible parents.

' Her ' secret is that ' she ' isn't even a ' she '.

He is a male. He's sure of it. Female doesn't feel right to him. But he can't tell his parents.. they may get angry.

It's his 13th birthday, let's see how horrible this day will be.

Tommy's pov

Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeppppppp

I groan tiredly and shut my alarm off.

What a lovely way to start the day, am I right?

It's my birthday, wonderful, just great. Most kids get gifts and maybe a party and cake or whatever, but I don't really get that.

I get a half assed birthday card from the dollar tree and half a candy bar, a rare time I get any food outside of my one meal I get 3 days of the week and just a rare treat in general. I don't get to eat junk food.

When I am allowed to eat, it's just a medium sized salad and an apple. I sometimes get some meat or a hard boiled egg on my salad, maybe even a tiny bit of dressing if my parents feel nice.

At least they let me have water whenever I want though, so that's nice. I only get the nasty tap water of death though, maybe some bottled water if I've been really good.

Yeah, sounds sad, but it's normal for me.

I get home schooled, because they don't want a completely useless child, but won't send me to school because it's ' dangerous outside '.

They really just don't want to let me be somewhere where they can't control me.

I threw on a black pair of pants and a white t-shirt. I don't get many clothing options, so boring.

I then went down stairs quickly but not too loudly, and go to make breakfast. I do most of the cooking, but yet I rarely get to eat the things I make. But! On special occasions I get to eat leftovers from lunch and breakfast for dinner, only a bit though.

I made berry waffles, an omelet and a sunny side up egg. I did it all from scratch, as I am usually made to do.

I made my ' parent's 'coffee exactly how they like it, my ' mother 'likes black coffee while my ' father ' likes coffee with alot of vanilla creamer and milk.

I set the black coffee and sunny side up eggs on one side of the table, the cup of diabetes and the omelet on the other side.

I put the large plate of waffles in the center, and two empty plates on each side of the table. I grabbed the syrup and whipped cream, setting it down, and then put the napkins and utensils down neatly. And of course, I set the salt and pepper by the center of the table.

I then start to clean up after myself in the kitchen, my ' parents ' walking downstairs, both wearing silk pajamas.

They didn't say a word to me, just going to sit and eat while I cleaned quietly.

" Hm, looks like you did a mediocre job with breakfast for once, I guess you can use the computer, only if you stay in your room while company is here. And I left your gifts on your bed, be greatful you get a single thing, you are privileged enough to get anything. " ' father ' said. He's the better of the two, but is still cruel.

" Thank you sir, thank you ma'am. " I said to them once he finished talking. " Don't get used to being spoiled Clementine, but you're welcome " ' mother ' said in a stern voice. I cringe at the use of my name. " Yes ma'am " I say.

" Now, shoo, off to your room, and don't come down until one of us get you " she said.

I nod and head upstairs after I finish cleaning. I go to my room, uncovering the computer. You see, it's kinda slow and old, and my ' parents ' have some way to control if it's on or not, but at least I can do some things.

Bing works, Minecraft works, Roblox works, what more could I need?

Well, let's ignore that question-

So I hopped onto Minecraft, loading a server that me and some person I met online a few months ago made.

His online name is ' BeeBoy ' mine being ' Big Man ' cause I am a poggers big man, despite the fact I am a closeted trans man.

I actually found out about being trans on Bing, I saw an article about a trans person and did research.

Anyways, the server / finally / loaded. So that's nice. I put my headset on, yeah it's old and not the most comfortable or practical, but it works.

' BeeBoy ' enters the server. " Hey man " I said in a more masculine voice that I use online with a smile. " Hey there big man, how are you? " Bee asked me.

" I'm doing quite well, it's my birthday " I say happily. " Oh? Happy birthday dude " he said, I could practically hear a smile in his face.

" Thanks bee boy " I said. Suddenly all the crappy-ness of this morning is worth it to talk with Bee.

We both played for an hour or so. It's fun when I play with Bee.

He's very nice, and funny.

And, best of all, he thinks I am a male, never questioning me. He doesn't even think twice when I call myself a man, and that feels amazing.

But knocking at my door ends the fun.

" Uh.. got to go bee boy " I say, logging off and taking the headset off, turning the computer off.

" Yes? " I call out in my god awful feminine voice.

" You may exit your room now, don't take too long to come down. " ' mother ' says.

" Yes ma'am " I say.

" Good. " She said, leaving.

I sigh softly and head downstairs, but when I get down there......

A/n: I don't have the energy to continue and really wanna update this. Took me a while to write, sorry. This is just kinda some info on how his life is currently. Welp- bye- next chapter will be messed up asf