“So this will switch me around?”
“It most certainly will. You will no longer be a girl trapped inside a boy’s body.”
I closed my eyes and slammed down the potion in one gulp.
The devil looked pleased as he said, “One more soul in the pocket and another 'happy customer.”
It took a moment for me to realize the horror of what had happened. Being so close to my dream, yet so far away.
“What do you mean, another happy customer? Now I’m a boy in a girl's body!”
“My part of the deal is taken care of. Goodbye.”
“It is not a girl.. it has boy bits!”
“What the hell? Why are you calling her 'it'?”
“Cause IT is not a girl!”
“But by your own definition she’d be a boy! Why call her an IT then?”
“That? A Boy? Are you kidding me?!?”
“So let me get this straight. Even though she has boy bits you claim she has nothing between her legs?”
“Huh?”
“An 'it' is genderless, no sex between the legs. Since you have no trouble calling her that, you shouldn’t have a problem calling her ‘her’ either! You’ve already ignored your own objections.”
“…”
*TRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG*
My hand swung out to shut up the alarm clock.
I could still feel the wind on my skin, smell the scents of the forest, taste his lips on mine. I kept my eyes clenched shut in order to retain those precious memories for just a few moments longer, but before I knew it the lingering feeling had escaped like mist between my fingers.
Slowly I lifted my hands up to my chest, already certain of the disappointment that was awaiting me. A single tear fell from my cheek as my cupped hands rested upon my flat chest.
Damnit.
“Gynecomastia can be eliminated!”
A play on an add i see here which just doesn't seem to belong.
“Gynecomastia can be eliminated!” the poster said.
I trembled as mom led me inside.
God no, don’t let them do this. I’ve worked so hard to get these, please don’t let them take them away. They are mine! Mine!!! They had cost me a small fortune in hormones and years to grow... They weren’t much, but they were mine!
What I felt wasn’t real she said. I was misguided she said. Mother always knows best. Heh.. yeah right. I wish she never walked in on me.
Mom let go of me for a second to open the door
I ran.
“So what’s wrong with being a boy?”
“Nothing, but I’m not a boy!”
“Okay, okay, that’s obviously clear by now. But will she understand?”
“She loves me right? Nothing would change that… I hope”
“God, I don’t even want to think about that possibility.”
“I have to tell her though. I don’t think I can carry on like this.”
“Yeah, I know… I know…”
“Think I’m ready to face her?”
“Ready? Probably not. But I can’t wait for that.”
“Johnny, are you talking to the mirror again?”, mom’s voice came from the hallway.
“Mom, I need to tell you something…”
“I’m sorry Mr. White, but we can’t honor your request to have your birth certificate altered. It’s clearly against the law.”
“Will you at least have the courtesy to call me Miss?! What do you it’s mean against the law?”
“To have your birth certificate changed to female, one of the stipulations is that you have to be infertile. It clearly says so right here.”
“So because I’m the first to make it all the way, I can’t be recognized as such?”
“You are obviously still fertile sir, so therefore you cannot be female legally.”
“Obviously?!?! I’m pregnant damnit! AAAarrgh!”
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To explain this drabble I have to tell a little bit about how things are done in the Netherlands. I don’t know if the same stipulation exists in other countries, but in the Netherlands it turns out that you need to be infertile to be considered for changing the birth certificate. The document from the doctor that explains you’ve had surgery needs to say that you’ve had the operation AND that you are now forever unable to have children.
Love,
Amber
“Mom, dad, there’s something I have to tell you. I don’t quite know where to start…” Mark sat nervously on his chair, his parents on the couch across him. Though his parents seemed relaxed he felt like it was the inquisition.
Dad spoke up first, “Don’t worry son, I think we already know what you want to tell us. You are gay aren’t you? It’s okay, we have no problem with it. That’s what you wanted to tell us right?”
Mark fidgeted a bit before answering, “Uhm, well… yes… that too. I would like you to meet my lover, Alice.”