John always wanted a brother. It was like his ultimate dream, a little brother who he could shape into a better boy than he was, moulding them around the mistakes he's made.

So when his parents caught wind of his young wish to have a little sibling, they got busy and 9 months later, John was whisked to the hospital with his dad and very round mother and got to be the first to hold his...-

Baby sister?

The 4 year old boy apparently couldn't take it at the time, according to his parents he had a whole fit and his dad had to take newborn baby sister away from him before he caused damage.

That seemed to be a major turning point with John as he grew. He grew to loathe that little girl who didn't understand what she'd done wrong. Who didn't understand why her big brother never played with her, or barely even spoke to her.

The two siblings grew apart as they got older and their parents were worried about this dynamic.

Upon thinking that the new addition to the family had destroyed some semblance of a relationship between the young boy and his parents, they slowly rejected the little girl.

Poor baby.

Growing up in a household where their brother seemed to get extravagant birthdays but their parents barely remembered theirs. Where at Christmas, she had 3 presents under the tree when John had 13.

That little girl never got to grow up, did she?

No-one really noticed at first. A girl brushed to the side getting a shorter haircut and starting to wear baggier clothes? Of course no-one noticed, their attention was all revolved around themselves.

It was like that until they reached 13, realising who they are. They aren't some forgotten little sister, they're an unknown little brother.

John had turned 17 when it seemed to all click in his head. How he'd been treating this innocent girl who was blood bound to him. How he'd let it go on for so long. It made him feel sick to the stomach, he'd been an ass to his little sister for her whole 13 years on earth. Not one day had he shown a glimpse of kindness to her.

But when he went to try and make things right, the little girl was gone and in her place was a shadow of her. A 13 year old boy in a girls body.

John didn't know what to do.

He felt like it was his fault, feeling like he's put a toxic mindset on that little girl that he'd only love her if she was a boy. That she was so desperate for her brother's love that she'd do anything for it, include changing genders.

But of course it wasn't that. Being trans was no forced process, it was a means of self discovery. A journey to free who they are on the inside.

How could he even approach this? He thought about this for days, weeks. Hell, months even. He consulted his friends, those with siblings and those without. He consulted his parents but they weren't much help, having grown into the mindset that having a second child was a mistake.

However whatever plans he made were scrapped in a spur of the moment action.

It was just another day at school. John is currently in sixth form doing A-levels. His little sibling goes to the same school as him, being in the lower years, in year 9.

It had reaches lunchtime and John had no more classes for the afternoon. Since he was in sixth form, he can go home now because there were no classes for him.

He heads to the stairs to go downstairs and leave the school building when he glances out the large window in the main atrium that overlooks the playground.

Something catches his eye and makes him double take, his steps slowing to a halt.

There was a big circle of teens, meaning there's a fight. He tries to make out who the people in the centre are who are fighting, not that it's of much importance to him if the younger years are fighting.

But, wait. That's his little sister- brother being beaten up!

John runs to the stairs, heading downstairs and onto the playground, speedwalking towards the chaos.

Teachers are already trying to break up the crowd of teens. John barges through the teens, stopping in front of the crumpled figure that is his sibling. He crouches down, his eyes sad.