This one was hard to write. I tried to get the feelings exactly right and I tried my best to make it seem realistic. I am transgender myself, but I've always had a hard time expressing my feelings. I'll try my best to make everything good, and if you don't like transgenders, don't read. Keep an open mind while reading this fic. This chapter is like a prologue. The rest of the characters from GX will be here in the next chapter. This is just the important moments in Jaden's life.
Title: The Wrong Body
Summary: Jaden has a secret. He is male, but he was born in the body of a girl. He's never told any of his friends at his new school, but what happens when his secret is revealed? How will all his friends take it? How will complete strangers take it?
Important Moments
Have you ever felt that every day you found yourself trapped in the wrong body? What would you do if tomorrow you woke up in the opposite genders body? You could never escape, and everyone thought of you as the opposite gender. They called you a name that you felt couldn't possibly be yours, and they used the wrong pronoun. Life would suck, right? Those thoughts and feelings belonged to me at a young age. I never felt completely like a girl. In fact, I never felt like a girl at all. It had always been confusing for me as a child because I never felt completely like my body belonged to me. When I looked in the mirror after taking a shower, the urge to vomit made its way to my stomach and throat. Hanging out with girls wasn't really my thing either. Instead I would always hang around the guys, and girl grossed me out until I reached a mature age. At the time, I thought my head contained the mind of a girl, so it sense seemed far from me. Why would I think girl are gross when I am one myself?
That's when the anger settled in my body. I hated everything about being a girl. The stupid dresses my mother stuck me in made me want to punch someone. Who in the right mind would want to wear a dress? No matter how hard I tried to prevent it, by biting, screaming, and punching my mother, I always ended up in that "cute" little dress with my hair all braided up. The moment that I took off the dress, I dashed into the mud and played around in it. My parents became mad because I ruined my clothes and made the floors of our house so dirty, but that's what happened when they tried to stick me in a dress.
I tried my best to actually pretend I possessed the body of a boy. I created my own little nickname called Jay that contained no gender. It could be a boy's name or a girl's name which seemed to be the best part. In the end, they still called me a "her" and a "she". I hated it. Jane couldn't be my name, and it never would be. At first, I told everyone to call me Jay. It was a short version of my name, but it never fit me properly. I needed something that I felt was my rightful name. I came across the name Jaden, and my heart skipped a beat at the mere mention. Jaden... it felt right. I discovered the perfect match. That's why I choose the name of Jaden. Now there was only one hard part, and that was actually telling my parents. Of course, when I did tell them, it wasn't exactly pleasant.
"Honey, you look so cute," my mother smiled brightly at me. I looked in the mirror and felt my stomach do a flip in anger. My long brown hair reached my middle back, and looked neatly combed which took hours. My brown eyes looked so weird with the makeup my mother drenched me in. My height increased with the green high heels I wore on my feet. They matched the white dress I wore with green leaves going across it in a pattern. The dress ended half way down my thigh. The shortness of the dress annoyed me. I kept trying to pull it down, but it stayed at the same length.
"No," I disagreed with a blank look in my brown eyes, "I don't."
"What are you saying, honey? You look lovely," my mother laughed at me. She actually thought I would joke about something like this. I never joked about being in a dress and looking like a girl. It never looked like me. I liked it when I wore my baggy pants I found in the guy's section of the store. The feeling felt free and amazing. This just made me feel like I played dress up all day. I became my mother's little doll, and tonight became the last straw. I could deal with the dress, the makeup, and the heels but the moment she placed a large green gemmed necklace around my neck, I lost it. I screamed at the top of my lungs, startling my mother. My older brother and my father ran into the room, both panting. Probably wondering who screamed and why. I still have no idea why I freaked out at the necklace. I wore jewelry before, so what made this so different? Maybe because I finally reached my boiling point with all this. I couldn't control my anger anymore, and it seemed like the perfect time to let it all out.
"What was that?" Haou asked. Worry filled his gold eyes which was pretty rare. He looked exactly like me only male and with shorter, darker hair. His skin seemed a bit paler as well. I growled and ran over to the small drawer next to my mother's bed. I pulled it open and smirked. I quickly grabbed the scissors and pointed them at my family. All of them froze and watched in shock at what I did next. I took some of my hair and cut it to the point where it looked short compared to Haou's hair. My cut hair fell to the floor as well as the silver scissors. They both landed on the blue carpet of my parent's room. I panted and stared into the wide blue eyes of my father, and the shocked brown eyes of my mother. I knew what I had just done, but I could care less.
"Young lady," my mother growled out. That's when I finally snapped. I could care less about the hair that fell gracefully to the ground. That strip I just cut off made me happy. My mother, however, dared to call me a girl. I'm not a girl, and I sure as hell wasn't a lady. I had no idea what a transgender was at the time, but I knew how I felt. Agony filled each day when people called me Jane, and sometimes I just couldn't take it. I would lash out on them when being violent was out of character for me. The anger just became too much.
"Young man," I corrected almost immediately. That's when their mouths dropped. I smirked but on the inside I fidgeted with nervousness. How would they accept me? Would they understand? Would they reject me? I didn't want them to reject me. In fact, rejecting me was my biggest fear. I didn't want my own parents and brother to think I was a freak.
"W-what do you mean?" my mother demanded with horror filled eyes. My brother just looked shocked out of his mind when I mentioned that. He always told me I seemed just like one of the guys, but I'm guessing he never expected me to say I am one. I felt like I was on a roll here. I continued to talk about my feelings and how I hated being Jane, the dress up doll. As I went further and further into explanation, my mother's face grew paler and paler. My father, on the other hand, just stood there in silence, his eyes a bit understanding. My brother just looked about ready to pass out. It was still the first time I ever told anyone how I felt. By the end of my explanation, my mother sobbed into my pale father's chest. My brother slowly leaned back against the white walls, processing all the information I just told them all. I waited patiently until my mother finally spoke up.
"We will talk about this later," my mother hissed out. "In the meantime, your father, your brother, and I have to go to a dinner party. If you want to come, fix up your hair and makeup. I will not have my daughter going to the dinner in a tux. That is for your brother because he is a boy."
My brain slowly gripped what she said to me. I growled and removed my small green jacket, and I threw off the necklace. I sat down on their bed and hurled off my heels. I glared at my mother, who nodded her head calmly. She understood that if I arrived not wearing a tux, I am not going at all. My mother exited the room without a single word to me. My father, on the other hand, kissed my head and followed my mother. My older brother, who rarely showed compassion, patted my shoulder with a loving look in his gold eyes. I nodded back as he walked out of the room in his tuxedo. A tear slid down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. Crying over something as small as this would be pathetic. At the time, I just turned ten, and I never realized what I hurled myself into. As I grew older, I really could care less. My friends, however, took in completely differently when I told them. It took a while to drill into their heads that I was a boy, but in time they understood.
My mother finally understood after a couple months. She allowed me to have my friends call me Jaden and she tired herself to call me that. She still couldn't understand why I felt like I held the wrong body, but because I felt this way, she tried to understand especially since this is something that I wanted… no, something that I needed. She still messed up on the names and the pronouns, but the fact she made an effort meant more to me than anything in the world. When she allowed me to cut off all my hair, I smiled and hugged her, claiming I loved her. Everyone made fun of me for the strip of hair that couldn't match my longer hair. I could care less because I took it as pride. It became a sign that I stood up for myself and told my family everything. No matter how much people made fun of it, I took pride in it.
I just finished explaining everything to my friends at lunch in school. They all blinked and looked around at each other, wanting the other to speak first. Finally, my friend Timmy spoke up. His dirty blond hair seemed messier today, and his blues seemed filled with worry but not shock. He probably figured it out, but never expected me to.
"I see," he bit his lip, "so you want us to call you Jaden?"
"Yes," I nodded looking at my other friends. They all looked at each other awkwardly. I noticed Jamie, one of my gal friends, in the corner shaking. I blinked and took a closer look. Her head hung down, and she clenched her teeth. She obviously held in something but what? Was she angry or upset? We have been friends for a while, so I automatically expected her to accept me.
"Freak," she hissed. I gasped and so did everyone else at our table. She looked up at me with blazing green eyes. Her black haired banks created shadows over her eyes. In all my years of being her friend, I've never seen her so angry before. I bit my lip and prepared for the worst. Too bad I never prepared for the slap that came across my face. Her hand hit my cheek before I could even blink. My cheek stung and most likely turned into a shade red, but her rejection hurt the most. Why did I being a transgender make her hate me? I always felt like a boy and she even said that I seemed to be just like one. Why did she hate me then? Tears stung my eyes and threatened to fall as she stood up and walked away from me. I looked at my group of friends and glared at them all.
"If any of you don't accept me, just leave right now," I hissed at them. To my surprise, everyone but Timmy walked away. All of my most trusted friends hated me because of my mental gender. Timmy opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a movement of my hand. He nodded and patted me on the back. I leaned down and sobbed into my arms. Why did they hate me all because I was in the wrong body? It wasn't my fault. I was born with a birth defection that I couldn't control. It wasn't fair!
"They'll come around," Timmy spoke up as he patted my back. I nodded and wiped the tears from my eyes. My eyes were most likely puffed out and red, but I couldn't care less. All my friends left me because of something I couldn't control. I looked over at Timmy with gratefulness and he smiled brightly. I knew for a fact he wouldn't leave me no matter what.
"Thank you," I whispered choking on a sob.
"You're welcome, Jaden," Timmy smiled brightly. I nodded and stood up to walk to class. Timmy followed behind. My eyes darkened as I walked through the hallway and spotted Jamie. She whispered something to a group of girls, who all gasped and laughed. I raised an eyebrow, but I stayed silent. Suddenly, the group of girls all walked up to me and smirked.
"Hello, Jane," one smiled making me flinch at the name. It became the only name I truly hated. No matter what, no one could call me that name. I refused to play dress up for anyone and that included family members and loved ones. What made them think I was going to allow them to call me by that name? That name never belonged to me and it used to be all a part of the dress up.
"Jaden," Timmy corrected. All of their mouths dropped open and some even dared to giggle. Jamie smirked at me and all the girls just laughed. I rolled my eyes and continued walking, ignoring the insults being thrown at me. Tranny, freak, lesbian, and all of those I could deal with. When they called me Jane, that's when I couldn't stand them. Soon the whole school found out, and I became labeled as the freak of the school. Everything seemed alright, but the bullies I couldn't handle. It went from name calling to physically harming me.
I never expected people to welcome me with open arms. In fact, I expected the opposite. If I didn't increase my hopes, I couldn't be disappointed like when Jamie disappointed me. My other friends finally understood and apologized to me except for Jamie. She continued to call me Jane and other names. My mother talked to all the teachers and made them start calling me Jaden. My brother became the only one who I questioned about. Did he accept me? Unlike my father and mother, he never said he accepted his new little brother. I walked out of the school when I heard the familiar voice of the bullies that usually taunted me for being transgender. I growled and turned around, glaring at the both of them. One of them smirked at me.
"Hello girly," he smirked. I turned around and began to walk away. I knew better then to mess with these guys.
"Goodbye," I immediately said, turning around. One of the boys grabbed my wrist and twisted me around. I gasped as he grabbed my legs and tossed me over his shoulders. The other boy snickered as they carried me behind the school.
"Come on, tranny," he said with glee.
"Get off of me!" I screamed kicking and thrashing out. The plans of making them release me failed to work as they continued to carry me towards the back of the school. The boy threw me to the ground and smirked while I continued to pant from all the screaming.
"Stupid little tranny," the first boy smirked and slammed his fist into my gut. I gasped in pain as the next boy punched me across the face. I tried to fight back, but one boy held me down while the other continued to punch and kick me. I froze up as they picked me up once again and shoved me into the trash can next to the school. I blinked and tried to keep the tears from coming down my face. My whole body stung in complete agony as I lifted my most likely bruised arms to bring up the top of the large trash can. I walked home limping that day. Of course, I told my family that I simply fell, but they knew I lied to them. They just never ask any more questions. I sighed as I sat down on my bed and moaned in pain. This couldn't possibly be any worse. Of course, that's when my parents found out that two boys beat me up from a couple rumors at school that Haou heard. They two boys earned a punishment of being suspended, and I felt a little bit happier and safer. People still glared at me in the hallways, and they still refused to speak to me. That's when my mother made the best decision she could. She transferred me to a new school. This is where my real tale begins.
Okay, I know some of you are thinking "wait, shouldn't he be updating The Suspicious Night or Haunted?" Well I have a little bit of writers block for Haunted and I already updated The Suspicious Night I think yesterday, so I thought why not update a new story. I hope you all enjoyed it!