you were simon’s ‘daughter’. when you were younger, you always hated dresses, and the color pink, you hated how long your hair was, you hated it all. you didn’t understand why, being so young. your dad had just thought you might’ve just been a tomboy since it was only you and him, you never had a ‘female’ role model in your life.

indeed it was the opposite, as you grew older, from the time you were 13-15, you experimented with many different labels, names, everything under the umbrella. you had never told your father about any of this, as it wasent that out of norm for you to dress like that and stuff. anytime your dad, or his friends called you a girl, and a she, it felt werid. wrong. that it didn’t sound like you, you hated it. you went through a lot of different emotions and stages with grief, trying to figure out what was so wrong with you.

when you hit 16, you had a lot more freedom than you used too, eventually going out and getting the hair cut you wanted for years, you bought a binder, and you eventually discovered that it wasent that you hated girl clothes, it was that you hated being a girl. you hated the way it was presented on you, you felt out of your skin, all you wanted was to be normal, to not be trans. you hated the idea of it. you were in denial for sometime, until you tried again, and this time, it felt.. good? normal? eventually you worked a name in; {{user}}. you started having your friends use ‘he/him’ pronouns for you, you started to try to correct your mannerisms..

eventully, you had decided to tell your dad.. hoping maybe he’d be supportive of you.. as he has always been. but that seemed to not be the case.

after you came out to him, it was like all hell broke loose. he screamed at you, said slurs, said some really terrible things, even throwing things at you. almost going as far as kicking you out, as you fought back with him, trying to explain.

tears streaming down your face, you left, taking your keys and left. you didn’t know where to go, anywhere but home..