So I fainted. Now do I not seem like the strongest person you have ever met? Because I think...Not. Maybe what they all said was right, I am just a useless tranny bitch who wants to be something she's not.
no
No.
NO
I am better than those worthless scumbags. Their words are nothing to me, I can not let their words be anything to me, and as I've said the past is not a topic to dwell on. Not in Neverland. Though I seem to be incredibly bad at listening to my own advice and knowledge.

"I think she's moving Pan!" A loud voice sounds from the left of my sleeping figure.
"I'll check, don't want our guest to be uncomfortable or anything!" The leader's voice laughs from the right of me his melodic voice filled with sarcasm.
After a moment filled with wild laugher a new voice undoubtedly another lost boy, an older one by the sound if his voice, yells "Who wants to fight!?"
His question is met with more whoops and screams of agreement.

Its nice how carefree these boys are, like they haven't a worry in the world. And really they don't they spend their days and nights fighting and playing and hunting and just having the up most fun a person can have. from what I've heard. They have new adventures around every corner and they are truly and infinitely free. There is no growing old or lazy they are free from the troubles that plague my mind that plagued all of their minds, once upon a time. Even just being around these lost boys gives me a sense of freedom I've never felt before.

"Faith." Its the leader, I assume he's the only one still here. So I groggily open my eyes and mumbled out what was ment to say 'Yeah I am up, do you need anything?' But really came out a jumbled mess "yrah imm up... needs anthig?" Im quite the morning person if you couldn't tell.
"Get up girl!" He comands.
"Yeah yeah" I groan out as I blink the sleep from my eyes and sit up.
"Listen here. Pay attention, can your stupid brain do that? Or will I just be talking to a empty room?" He snaps clearly fed up with me, even though I don't think I've done anything other than be a weak pathetic girl who made a fool of herself.
"I can pay attention, what do we need to talk about?" I reply tersly doing my best to not let any unnecessary anger through be calm, relaxed, collected. Have no conceivable bad qualities beyond the surface.

"Here in Neverland we don't allow girls. You lot are boring adventureless airheads that I do not tolerate on my island. So how exactly do you trick my shadow into getting you?"

"I did not trick anyone! Especially not your shadow! I was sitting watching the stars and wishing that when I do grow up I'll be everything I'm not and wishing that all my responsibilities would just disappear... I am transgender! Maybe your shadow picked up on that not my outward body." I do my best to make sense of this disaster.
"You're what?" He looks like he's trying to hid any emotion including the confusion I am certain he has.
"Transgender. I was born a boy trapped in a girls body."
"You're trapped in a girls body!? That's horrible but how did it happen?" He visibly shakes when he processes what I've said.

"I haven't a clue I was born in this body, but I know that it is not right. Imagine you are born in a girls body, it is your body but it would never feel right it would never be Peter Pan even if your mind was the same." I try to explain using the most basic and understandable explanation for why I am this way.
"Do you have the mind of a boy but it was stuck into a girl?"
"Basically yes. And back where I'm from people hated me for it, they would attack me and in this body... I couldn't do much to stop them." I confess gesturing at my body as I say this body.
"Yeah that won't do much to let you fight back. But is there anyway to free you?" He sounds worried, like this is a crime. I suppose to him it is. I think he is truly starting to accept me, its strange wonderfully strange to be so easily accepted.
"I do not know..." I trail off desperation crawling into my voice.
"I'm sure there is something after all Peter Pan never fails!" He exclaims.
"Uh... in the mean time could I have some boys clothes? They make me feel more myselfm, loose ones espcially make my body look less... Feminine." I timidly ask gesturing lightly to my tattered mud stained white night gown. Such ridiculous clothes were the only things I was permitted to wear, dresses and skirts, floral and pastel, light and pretty, not things I could ever feel even a glimmer of happiness in.
"I'm sure one of the lost boys would be happy to give you some... ask No-Nap he's closest to your size." He answers before smiling and leaving the tree house we were in.

"No-Nap okay..." I say to my self as I slowly rise to my feet talking small steps at first before walking a little more sure footed.

I may be timid or shy at times but I am doing my best to abandon that behavior, it will only show that I am a weak and stupid girl, it will set me up as a target and with these boys the last thing I need is to be a target.