My Life. My Body.

By: Adazula

Story description: Henrietta, aka Hiccup, has always been judged for her baggy clothes and awkward behavior. Most assume that she is a tomboy or even a lesbian. But she's more than just that. She's a boy born in the wrong body. A transgender story.

Chapter 1: The morning routine.

Hiccup's POV

Anybody can have stories about life of how things don't exactly go the way they planned. Like my dad expected to have a happy life with his completely normal family. He never got that. In reality, our family is far from normal. Especially when my mom died. Especially with me.

I hate mornings. More than anything. Especially on a school day. Those are even worse. Why can't I just be homeschooled, so I don't have to face the world as a loser. Be a lot easier if you asked me.

But according to Dad, I need the social environment in order to make human connections with other people and have easier interactions with potential employers in the future. It guarantees being hired and a better life instead of being shut out from the world.

The alarm clock has been blaring for at least a couple of minutes before I started to hear the expected knock from my door.

" Henrietta! Get up! You best be downstairs before you don't have time for breakfast!" My father shouted. Gods I hate that name so much. Henrietta. But it beats being called Hiccup, which is what I get from school by everyone.

I groaned as I roll myself out of my comfortable twin bed. My room isn't that big but it's tidy. My desk though is covered with a mess of art supplies and school books. I really have been practically studying and losing a lot of sleep lately. But try balancing art with many AP classes. It's not fun. Not at all.

I go over to the dresser that is shoved into my closet and open it to find some clothes to wear for the day. They are not neatly folded. I have never been the cleaning type in my life. I quickly pull out from a drawer a baggy dark green t-shirt and jeans that are clean, but wrinkled. I quickly throw them on and pull my favorite dark green hoodie over them along with my black beanie and glasses.

I look in the mirror and instantly note my long brown hair hanging limply from the beanie that is over it. I always hated it. The length. The maintenance. I want to so badly to chop it off. But my dad won't let me. He says I look just like my mom and I should keep it that way. Just because I inherited my mom's features doesn't mean I should have to look like a clone of her.

I grab my beat up sneakers and my backpack from the desk chair before making my way down the stairs to the kitchen where my father, Stoick, is sitting reading from the newspaper. Most likely the sports section of course.

Now my dad is a huge man. I'm not saying he is fat, but very muscular. He was once an Gold medal Olympic champion in the weightlifting competition before meeting my mom and settled down as a trainer for potential Olympic athletes. My cousin Simon, aka Snotlout, is in the class and likes to brag about it.

" About time you got up." My dad said to me before looking up from his newspaper and frowns at me. " Is that what you're wearing?"

" Well. I'm working with clay today in art class and I don't want to get my good clothes ruined." I lied to him immediately. The truth is that I feel most comfortable in these clothes. I don't like to wear skirts or anything that is too form fitting.

He seems to take the bait and says, " Well I'm going to be working late tonight, so you'll have to cook dinner tonight. Ok?"

" Fine." I said as I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. But I not that hungry. Especially with what I have to say to him right now.

" Ummm...Dad?" I asked cautiously but he seems occupied with the newspaper. I stir my cereal around. But I know he's somewhat listening. " I need to ask something from you. Something big."

" What is it?" He asked nonchalantly. Ok here it goes. Big moment here. He is so going to kill me.

" I need about $700 a month." I finally said very quickly as possible and to the point. Immediately my dad drops his newspaper and looks at me in shock and outrage.

" $700 a month!" He bellows. " For what!?"

" Do you really want to know?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

" Well I would like to know what insanity I am paying for here!" He said.

" Birth control pills." I answered.

" Birth control pills!" He shouted. " I will not give my only daughter a reason to lose her virginity!"

" It's not for that. It's for the monthly visits." I rolled my eyes and smirk at him. Dad still looks at me with suspicion. I continued, " Don't believe me. Ask the school nurse, Gothi. She will be more than happy to explain it all in through detail."

My dad gets that dazed wide eye look in his eyes. Knowing my dad. Once you bring up the whole thing of female reproductive system, he will do anything to avoid the conversation. And I mean anything.

" Alright. Alright. " He groans. " I give you the money for the pills. Just please wait at least until you're eighteen for the you know what. I don't want to hear the possibility of me being a grandfather anytime soon."

" Thank you for your cooperation." I smile at him as I quickly finish my breakfast and take the empty bowl over to the sink. It was then I hear the familiar whining coming from the back door in the kitchen.

" Do you really have to leave Toothless outside? He doesn't like it." I asked my dad.

My dad groans as he explains, " Henrietta. I told you. The dog has been skunked and I don't want the smell to track through the house. I promise you that I will take him to the dog wash to get him cleaned up today."

" I know I just know that he prefers to stay with me." I said as I look out the door window to see my dog moaning. Oh. Why did he have to make a chase after the skunk last night?

He's a beautiful black Newfoundland with green eyes. We got him about several years ago as way for me to cope from my mother's sudden death from a plane crash.

" Sorry but the dog stays outside until he's cleaned up." He strictly orders.

I sigh in pity for my dog. I wish that I can ignore dad's strict orders and let him inside. He would be a lot more comfortable in the house. But I admit, I don't want the smell of skunk trailing the house.

" Alright. Let's go. Don't want you to be late for school and for me to be late for my job." My dad gets out of his chair with the newspaper folded under his arm.

" Yeah." I said as I quickly get on my shoes. I grab my backpack and follow dad out to the car so he can take me to school.

The whole car ride is silent of course. We don't really have much interaction that is outside of things that are needed. It has not been easy since mom had died. We just never had a good father and daughter relationship in general.

By the time he pulls up to the school, he said, " Do you want me to pick you up so we can go to the pharmacy for your uhhh...medication?"

" No. I can get them on my way home. Besides you said that you are working late." I told him and he nodded.

" Here." He said giving me the check for the pharmacy.

" Thanks." I nodded before getting out of the car.

" Have a good day." I heard him before he pulls out of the school parking lot to leave me to fend for myself.

I quickly folded and stowed the check in my shoe before going towards the school to have another day of avoiding trouble and attention from anyone in my grade. I learned from previous experience to keep your money on you but not in your pockets. Especially from people who want to torment you.

That check in my shoe might just give me the life I need. It wasn't for birth control pills. It was for hormone blockers.

No one can ever understand what I'm going through. Especially my dad. Because I'm not just some troubled teenaged girl who is going through some things with puberty or embarrassment. I'm a boy on the inside who has to keep this secret from everyone at all costs.

This is another fanfic that I want to start up as soon as my series of stories are done and over with. I became inspired to write this after I started my Steven Universe fanfic: On Instinct. After starting a story about a MTF transgender, I wanted to do a FTM transgender story. This story has a major difference and that is that I am using the main character and this a transition story. The other story takes place after transition.

I won't be overdoing some of the bullying, but it will have some moments. I have read fanfics that have taken bullying over the edge for no apparent reason. I want to keep this a little more realistic.

Please tell me what you think and whether I should continue with this.