My name is Leon, and I am a man. A manly man, a very manly man.
Well, some might say I'm not.
They'd call me a trap or pedo, yet I'm not.
When I was younger, I've never felt complete with girls.
Nor did I feel content with my name.
"Eva!" Mom called, gaining my attention and my pure dislike. "We have to go out for dinner!" Oh boy, this again.
"Why?"
"Because we need time with the family. Eva, you know this."
"The whole family or...?"
"The whole family."
Well, fuck. Guess I get to be deadnamed time and time again.
"Mom, do I need to get dressed again or am I fine like this?"
"You don't look pretty in what you're wearing now, you need to look the best for your family."
"Fine, whatever. Let's just go."
Being a closeted trans guy is a pain.