AN INVISIBLE PRISON:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor any of the characters mentioned. I am not trying to imply that the actors, creators, or characters of glee have these gender issues. I am simply writing for enjoyment, and hopefully the pleasure of others.

WARNING: this story will deal with MtF transgender topics, transphobia, homophobia, and brief self-harm.

INTRO:

Have you ever felt completely out of place? Like you know there is somewhere else you are meant to be? I'm sure everyone feels that at one time or another. But have you ever felt this was inside your body? My body is like a cage. I am forced to stay trapped, in clothes that don't feel right, and hair that is too short, and a frame too tall, and the odds stacked against me in every way possible.

There are no words to express the disgust I feel with myself. I should have been perfect; hell, I was perfect. The quarterback of the football team, the male lead in Glee club, I had everything. But I had to throw it all away.

What if I told you I'm not who everyone thinks I am? Would you run away, like I had some sort of disease, or would you still be my friend? I'm sorry to have to ask, but I have lost a lot of good friends over this subject. Please say you'll stay by me?

I was born Finn Hudson, but that's not who I am. In my head, I am Fiona Hudson. In my mind, I am the head cheerleader, not the quarterback, and I challenge Rachel for all the solos in Glee. You guessed it, ladies and gentlemen; I am transgender. And this is my story.