Regulus had never felt like he belonged. He'd never felt like a girl. not once despite the female anatomy he couldnt rid himself of. The way regulus would admire and look up to sirius was not the ordinary way younger siblings admired older siblings. Regulus wanted to be sirius. He wanted to be a boy. He'd told sirius this, and of course he was supportive, sirius would always be support of anything his little sist- no, little brother did. But regulus wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't tell his parents. They were cold, harsh, and cruel. And wouldnt accept anything but perfection from their children. So, regulus had to stay being a girl around them, stay being the perfect Black daughter around the rest of society. It hurt him and it made him feel so dysphoric, but he had to do it. He didn't have a choice....

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Regulus was sitting in the living room one morning. The skirt and top he had to wear over his body and his long black curls down his shoulders, his skin crawled to be rid of the clothes, to be able to wear his faded pair of baggy jeans and soft, knitted jumper, but he wasn't at hogwarts, He didn't have a choice. He was reading an old battered paperback and trying to stay out of the way of his parents, continue to be the perfect Black daughter. But all he really wanted was to be himself... to be a boy...

(You are regulus)