Our story (1 year anniversary is soon!)We started as siblings, our connection was made right after she came to talk with me. I personally didn't think much of her, she was my precious little sister who needed to be protected because our 'parents' were rarely by our side. I admit, she can be childish and silly, yet that's why I loved to take care of her. And yes, we had so much fun together! She wasn't the most ordinary female (I mean, she was literally asking to sleep next to me when the day turned into night.) My lifetime dream has been to be the protector instead of being protected, that's why I loved to stay by her side. Oh yeah, and she moves a lot.Our innocent hand holdings and hugs turned into more.. intimate and continuous. I couldn't live without her touch. I tried to be as close as possible, no matter how silly my reasons were. The closer we grew, the more I realized how deep my feelings were towards her. That's why I teased her so much~ And staring-contests, awh.Our love would've be forbidden in so m
A new studentWelcome to my class, Eerika-sempai! You've chosen such a horrible class but.. I'm more than happy to welcome you. You were the first person to ever speak with me & use male pronounces. ouo Damn, she's SMART and TALENTED! (She literally managed 8th grade in half a year, the other half is based on 9th grade.) I hope she can put some sense into my stupid classmates.
ThanksI had a real intense talk with my homeroom teacher. Apparently, I had written an essay about myself (I can't remember why) a few weeks ago. When my class ended she wanted me to stay. She sat down next to me, ''I read your essay, and..'' She presses her hand over her cheek. ''It was really touching, I feel so special because you wrote it so honestly, for me. It made me cry, really, I wish I had known all of this sooner. You're so brave, Aleksi. Is there anything I can do for you?'' I stare at her with my confused look, as if I couldn't really recall what I wrote back then. I suppose I was really emotional, no? After a moment I bite my bottom lip, looking away; ''I don't even know what to do for myself. None of my therapists have been able to.. help me.''She stands up and hugs me tightly, ''But I promise that you- WE will survive everything! You're not alone, I'm not a therapist or anything, but I'll listen. Anytime, anywhere. Just pat my shoulder, I promise to do my very best for
Cargo PantsCargo pants.They seem like such a small, simple thing. And yet, it still took a lot for me to work up the courage to ask for them. And even still, I had to ask twice. The first time I wasn't taken seriously and the subject was changed quickly. But the second time I asked was the first of many hurdles for me
and for my mother.It was a pair of khaki cargo pants that started it all, and instigated a day I could never forget. A moment that would stay with me the rest of my life.The store we were in was irrelevant as we walked through the clothing section, making our way to another section of the store. To this day I still don't know why I suddenly gained the courage to ask. But we were so close to the men's section, it couldn't hurt. Could it?"Mum, can I get a pair of guy's cargo pants?"She just stared at me, incredulous."Why?""Because I need more pants, I could use a lot of pockets, and I think they're comfortable."And that was when the look crossed her face. Exasperation. W
The BoyBoyOnce, there was a boy that was not like other boys.He realized this early on.His parents dressed him strangely.His relatives treated him oddly.The other boys put him on probation, but he couldn't run as fast. After that, they ignored him for a few grades.(After that, they realized he had all the answers)He didn't like running. It never seemed to work right.He tried talking to the girls instead.After all, they were the ones he was 'supposed' to be talking to anyway, who knew why.It didn't go very well, to say the least.They asked him if he was a "PIG", and he always got it wrong.They giggled in corners about things of which he'd never heard.At least the boys talked about real things, like rocks and soccer balls.Girls talked about people he didn't know.He didn't have many friends.Soon he learned why he was supposed to talk to girls;why they dressed him funny,why he couldn't run as fast.He was a 'girl'.Look down, they said. You'll see. Boys look like this.
I would rather..."I would rather die in the streets a happy man than live a life of lies as a miserable woman." -FreedomFlareon
Its who I am - FTM transgender story.I used to be one of them.. One of them they used to say. I used to have long hair, that fell near to my waist, wore make up and dresses.. Now I've found out who I am. I now have short hair and no make up on my face. I don't wear dresses; just hoodies and baggy denim jeans. Bra's make me feel like my chest is being compressed into.. I wish it was flat and I didn't have the objects. Well, you call it breasts with a purpose and I don't. I hate them and feel like they obstruct me. So I hide them, with bandages and binders to make them flat. I want to be who I am.. A male. I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw my reflection of my body and felt trapped in myself again.. Putting cosmetics in my hair to spike it up then I get my binders. Around, around and around my breasts they go covering them up like the mistake they are. I put on my school shirt and hoodie. Then my black trousers with a belt supporting them, I went downstairs to get my shoes, ate a slice of toast a
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up.I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.TRANSWOMENI will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.I will never know the dread of going to a g
If I diedIf you don't care: stop reading.If you'd come to my funeral: favorite this.If you'd miss me: comment a heart.If you're not scared: re-post and see who your " real friends" are.
Ftm comics by copper-rose