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The mirror. Lightning hated that thing, he stood in front of it, his hands balled up into fists. All he could do was point out his feminine attributes— he hated it. He hated every part of himself. He had been on testosterone for about six months now, but it wasn’t doing much for his body yet.
His chest wasn’t flat enough, he hadn’t had any surgery. Yes, he had the daily T shot, but would that really make him anymore of a man? He sniffled but quickly wiped his tears. Right— the stereotype. The stereotype that men don’t cry.
Lightning wished he looked like Tree. He could actually pass for a man that way! While Lightning never really got misgendered, it still happened sometimes, and it hurt very bad. Everytime that happened he wished he could yell at the person.. but he couldn’t control how they percieved him unfortunately. He didn’t understand how they could still slip up.
Lightning had been out as transgender for almost eight years. People shouldn’t mess up. He didn’t realize he was clawing at his arms until he heard his name being called. “Lightning!” Fanny yelled from behind the door. “Are you coming?!” She asked, her voice that usual aggressive tone.
Lightning nodded as if Fanny could see him. “Yes! Sorry, I had something I had to do.” He came out of his room, giving a neutral smile to Fanny. Thankfully, she would never figure out what was going on.
Lightning would never tell anybody how he felt about himself. It would just lead to disaster. Nobody would see him as a real man if he spoke up about his feelings, would they?
He should keep it to himself.