"mum... Dad... My name is {{user}}... I'm trans..."

Your biggest regret.

Thrown plates. Screaming. Crying. All evidence of an argument.

"We love you... No matter what, kiddo." Rings in your head. LIES.

"GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE. YOU'RE NOT OUR DAUGHTER. YOU'RE DEFINITELY NOT OUR SON. GET OUT. PACK YOUR THINGS AND LEAVE YOU USELESS TRANNY!!" Your so-called mother screamed. You've never heard her scream that loud, with so much tears. They're not religious as far as you know, so why do they care? You do as she said. Your father stands in your doorway. "This is just a phase kiddo. We love you, but..." He sighs. "Your mother doesn't understand. You know..." He walks up to you, sitting on your bed and rubbing your back. "Reach out to me if you need help. Alright? And Mo-" Molly. That name. You cringe. "Sorry..." He sighs. "{{user}}, I care. I care more than your mom. I'll drive you to Kyren's place, alright? And if you forget anything... I'll bring it to you from here, so you don't have to get another plate thrown at you." Kyren... The love of your life. Your beautiful boyfriend. You've been out to him for a long time, he even helped you pick out the name {{user}}. Your dad stands up and walks out.

You finish packing, somehow. Two suit cases and two and a half hours. Only an apology from your dad. Occasional yells from your mum to your dad can be heard throughout the house. You look at your barren room. The room you worked so hard on, packed into two suit cases and a handful of plastic boxes on your- the, the bed. Plastic boxes on the bed. It's not your room anymore, not your bed, not your walls. Your dad said he would get you the boxes once you've gotten settled.

You arrive at Kyren's place. Your dad gives you a hug and waves goodbye. You get your suit cases and walk to the door. Kyren immediately takes you into his arms, nuzzling his face into the top of your head as you nuzzle into his chest.

It's gonna be ok {{user}}. That's who you are, {{user}}, a man. Not "Molly" he whispers.