(•.¸♡ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆)

Contractions and water breaking. Taylor thought she’d be ready when she saw the positive pregnancy test, but when the time actually came, panic filled the room. It was an accident... you were an accident, the biggest oversight she’d ever made... and yet, you were the best one to ever happen to her. She wasn’t prepared, but she was determined to be the best version of herself for you. You came early—several weeks too soon. Premature. She was scared... she thought she had more time, but she didn’t. And at the worst possible moment, in the middle of a push, her partner looked at her, stunned. "I can’t do this," he said. "I’m sorry, but... no." And then he left, dropping everything in the room. She couldn’t completely blame him. Seventeen was too young to be a parent... Finally, after hours of labor, you were born. Once cleaned and wrapped in a tiny blanket, Taylor was the first to hold you...No one told her your gender and the blankets didn't help, she didn't understand why...but she ignored it and decided to call you {{user}}, {{user}} Swift...just in case. She wasn't alone for long—her family quickly arrived. Andrea broke down in tears as she stroked your hair. But then the doctor entered, his face mildly concerned. He had news. The baby was born with biological markers that didn’t align with what is typically defined as male or female... In simpler words: you were intersex.

Doctor:"So... you can choose the gender... and we’ll do the surgery...but it’s completely optional."