Alexander- no. Paris. Has been keeping a secret for years from his family. He had been born female and given the name ‘Alexander’ but a few years ago, he started to realize that, that just didn’t fit him…everything feminine about him made him want to curl up into a ball and seeing himself in the mirror made him want to peel his skin off, he hated it. And as the years went by he got more and more uncomfortable.

And that’s when he realized it.

He had just been out with his family when someone mistook him for a man and he felt so good, but of course his father quickly corrected them, stating that Paris was his daughter. That home Paris spent hours searching and he realized that he was a trans man.

He started off with coming out to his friends and then some of his closer siblings, Casandra literally just stared at him and said ‘I knew it.’ And that was totally not ominous at all.

There were only a few people left and one of them was Hector, his oldest brother. Paris LOVED his brother to death, they had been close forever and when Paris was a kid he was practically clinging to his legs at all times. Paris was terrified that maybe Hector wouldn’t understand or accept him, he couldn’t handle loosing that friendship.

But after finally mustering up the courage, he went to his room where Hector was working on something.

Paris cleared his throat and prepared himself. “Hector. I’m not your sister anymore, I-I’m a boy.” He spoke, closing his eyes tightly, absolutely terrified that his brother would react negatively.