She had cut her hair.
He had cut his hair.
Blake thought it was odd that he had to remind himself of this, though the rational part of his mind knew it would take some getting used to. It was an entirely new concept to him that he could be sometimes male, sometimes female. Even sometimes in-between or nowhere near.
It had come from surfing the internet one day. He'd been trying to find an answer to why he sometimes felt strange-felt as though the weights on his chest and the lack between his legs were strange when they shouldn't have been. These thoughts had made him think there was something very wrong with him, so he'd done research.
Transgender was the first word he came across, but it didn't quite fit right. He didn't feel wrong about his body all the time, maybe half the time at most. But it was a step in the right direction and it made him begin to think that maybe he wasn't quite broken. He'd stepped away from his research and gone into the bathroom, binding his chest down with ace bandages. He'd liked the way it looked. A bit of further research revealed that ace bandages could be harmful if worn extensively. He stopped using them.
He'd continued searching for something to describe him more accurately, and he'd soon found it. Genderfluid. It described an individual that sometimes identified as one gender, sometimes another. The pieces clicked into place, and it was perfect.
He'd cut his hair.
It had been a rash decision he'd made while staring in the mirror. He had the vague feeling he wouldn't like it so much when he felt feminine again, but for now he loved it. It was a weight off his chest to see himself with careful contouring and short hair that framed his face in a very boyish way.
In some ways he felt he shouldn't be so concerned with being boyish, since it was such an arbitrary term, but at the same time the last thing he wanted was to be mistaken for a girl on his male days. Not anymore. Not now that he knew.
He smiled at his reflection.