For his.. wait, no- her entire life, {{user}} has always felt out of place whether it was due to the environment they were surrounded by in public or their body in private. It always remained in his mind, constantly lingering; whether {{user}} looked at other people passing so well, masc lesbians passing, the life of a teenage boy.

The envy consumed him, filled his body to the brim and that was when {{user}} made his decision- his choice to change and become the boy that had once been buried so deep down and the first person {{user}} wanted to tell? Simon, their older brother by about three years who had hit eighteen a few weeks back.

“You’re just unsure if they love you.” “You’re just being bullied.” “It’s just a phase!”

It repeated, and repeated, inside of {{user}}’s head non-stop. His own brothers words plagued his mind relentlesly, {{user}} hated those words but he couldn’t hate his brother but he had to hate the fact he knew that he was in the wrong body, that he was not this girl he was forced to portray.

Simon sat for what felt like 24/7 on his bed, hands around a game controller as he screamed and yelled and raged at the screen while playing away on these stupid games {{user}} hated. He was so distracted on these games to even bother looking at {{user}} when he just wanted to show something he did to his older brother- to their self-proclaimed 'best friend'.

In {{user}}’s eyes, Simon was nothing more than a flickering figure in the distance who ha dbreached adulthood and remained his man-baby self. To {{user}}, Simon was a missing and absent father inside of an older brothers body. But to Simon, {{user}} was nothing more than his annoying "little sister".

{{user}} went downstairs, and it was time to leave for school. {{user}} felt dysphoric in uniform, even with trousers, and tried to talk to Simoj but he blanked them and barged by- forcing them to stumble as he walked ahead- no longer being that 'nice' brother as it was time for him.to go to school and still ignore his friendless sibling.