Adam, Not Eve

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.

A.N. Sup. I'm imagining how things would be had he been on testosterone after sophomore year. A lot of this is just for fun so there's bound to be a few inaccuracies. As a warning, I'm a fan of both Fadam and Badam. Read and leave feedback if you wish!

Prelude

"Please mom? For me?"

"Yeah, please mom? For Adam?"

The two brothers pouted at their sighing mother, who was currently preoccupied with washing the dishes.

"It's not that I have a problem with it. Well, not anymore. But where are we going to get the money?"

"No, no, that's not a problem! I looked over my insurance contract, and it said nothing about not covering fees involving transgenders."

"Said nothing about that at all," Drew echoed his brother, smiling.

"So the company will cover it is you're saying."

Adam could feel his mother's resolve slowly breaking and could almost taste victory in his mouth. He and his brother had been bugging their mother all month, and perhaps today would be the day she finally gave in.

"Yeah! I called them up and asked, and they totally said yes!"

"For the surgery and shots and everything?"

"Everything!"

"Yeah, everything!" Drew repeated, causing Mrs. Torres to roll her eyes.

"I- fine. Fine, you win, boys! Happy?"

Their mother raised her hands in defeat, droplets of water hitting the excited boys' faces. They cheered and excitedly jumped up and down, Drew picking up his little brother and spinning him around before pumping his fist in the air. Mrs. Torres smiled despite herself, happy that her two sons seemed so ecstatic about her approval. The physical transition was bound to happen, anyways, she figured. Getting it over with while their company still covered the costs of the surgeries and shots seemed the best route to take.

"Hell yeah! Finally! My brother's gonna get his body fixed!"

Adam reclined on the sofa with a content grin on his face. This was perfect. In just a few days, his body would match his mind and he'd no longer feel so self conscious. It was a terrible feeling always having to look in the mirror and see a body that just didn't belong. Just didn't register as his. Sophmore year was drawing to a close, with only one month of school left, and his mother had agreed to allow him to take the surgery next week. He had to take therapy and go to a special psychologist for two months beforehand to get permission to do the surgery. Adam decided to get the top surgery first before starting his testosterone shots; the sooner those two tumors left his body, the more at ease his mind would be.

He was to go to the hospital this afternoon to prepare for the extremely complicated surgery, so he would miss the final month of school, but he didn't necessarily mind. Ever since he had been outed, school wasn't exactly the most hospitable place in the world. In fact, most times, it felt like a downright prison. Actually, he saw the two upsides to the surgery; not only would he get the chest he felt belonged to him, but he would get to miss a full month of his personal hell high school as well. The only people he thought would care that he was gone was Eli and Clare. No worries. It didn't really bother him anymore. Well, honestly, it did sting, but he was much too nervous and elated over the coming surgery to be bothered to give half a damn anymore.

Where was his brother, anyhow? Probably playing football or hooking up with some chick down at some house party somewhere. It was a Friday afternoon anyhow. No matter how giddy his older brother was over the surgery, he wouldn't want to spend the last afternoon Adam had in the house before the surgery at home.

"Yo, bro, brought some pizza," Adam heard a cheerful voice call out.

In surprise, Adam sat up, and sure enough, there stood Drew with two large boxes of Dominos in one hand and a 2-liter bottle of Coke in the other. Adam burrowed his brows in confusion while his brother set the food down on the living room table before grabbing the television remote from his little brother's lap.

"Pizza, coke, and a football game on the T.V. Perfect bro time," sighed Drew contently, sitting down on the sofa next to Adam before ruffling his hair.

"Wait, why are you here? It's a Friday. You should go have fun," Adam said as Drew leaned forward to grab a slice of the pizza.

"And miss my brother's last day before his… his… butterfly transformation?" Drew smiled, "Not a chance."

"Butterfly transformation?" Adam laughed, reaching for a slice of his own.

"Well, I didn't know what to call it. Whatever, it sounds cool."

"So you think butterflies are cool."

"Damn straight! They'd be the fucking beasts of the jungle if they were a hundred times bigger."

"Anything would be a beast if it were a hundred times bigger."

"Well, whatever. What I'm trying to say is that I'm really happy you finally get to have your operation, and since today's the last time I'll see you here until you recover from the operation, I'll miss your dumb, little face around." Drew lowered his voice, sincere, taking a bite of the pizza."

"It's just a month," Adam replied, clearly touched by his brother's affectionate words, "But thanks. That means a lot to me that you chose to stay here instead of making out with some chick somewhere."

"Bros before hoes! Learn the bro code, man. And those hot babes will just have to wait until next week for this fine piece of man-meat."

The two brothers shared a laugh and the rest of the two pies of pizza, telling jokes and stories, and triumphantly yelling whenever their favorite team would make a touchdown. And right then, Adam knew that Drew saw him the way he saw himself, even without the surgery.

"You awake?"

His brother's soft voice echoed in his ears, and slowly, he tried opening his eyes. Everything was blurry, but after squinting a few times, the room came into focus, as did his brother's gigantic grin spread wide across his face.

"You're awake!"

Laughing, Adam tried to sit up, but found he could not. White bandages were wrapped across his chest, his flat chest. White tubes were sticking out the side of the bandages and connecting to bags of clear liquid hanging next to the hospital bed. He could feel a sharp pain on his chest, almost unbearable when he tried to sit up, but other than that, he felt great. Lifting his hands to his upper body, he allowed himself to touch the bandages where he once had breasts. A sharp intake of breath.

The pain was fleeting, he decided, but this feeling was incredible and definitely permanent. This feeling of liberation and euphoria overtook Adam, and tears started to fall from his eyes. His brother simply smiled and leaned down to give his little sibling a much needed embrace, allowing the younger boy to finally let go of all his tears.

For years, Adam would never look down during his nightly showers, ignoring his breasts the best he could. For years, he would stand in the mirror, staring at his chest, wondering if they were noticeable and why they had to exist. For years, he prayed to God to just make them disappear and for years, he pressed them down with his hands and pulled them back with whatever he could to make them as non-existent as possible. For years, he never felt like Adam but always, in the back of his mind, saw Gracie and now… this new feeling washed over him like rain.

The removal of his breasts was not just a physical thing. It was mental, spiritual, and emotional as well. Those breasts represented the bandages that kept him mentally restrained, the hate that he felt for himself, and the anger he'd hold for his body. Removing them didn't remove all his burdens, but it sure as hell did take away a lot of them. For the first time in his life, he could look down at his body and not feel shame. He fought against his body dysphoria his whole life, and a sudden lack of those cruel voices in the back of his head making fun of him for having breasts made him feel… he wasn't sure. But he loved it.

"Fuck, Drew!" Adam cried out on his brother's already damp shoulder.

"I know, bro, I know. Let it all out." Drew whispered.

He understood the best he could. He'd never know how it felt being Adam, but Drew tried. He imagined having a vagina and breasts, and could only wince. It would be fun for a day or two, but living with them for years? And on top of that, get teased for wanting to have his dick back? He would have hated himself and everything around him. Drew was pleasantly surprised how caring his younger brother could be even after being treated like shit by the people around them.

He allowed himself to act softer towards his little brother for the surgery, since he knew no one else bothered to understand Adam, and his brother definitely needed someone right now. Once his brother finished transitioning, of course, he'd revert back to his tough love. Adam wanted to be treated like the brother he was, and Drew wasn't about to complain. It made him almost excited to have someone to roughhouse around with.

"Okay, okay, I'm done. I'm done." Adam repeated, shaking the last bit of tears out of his eyes, "Sorry, I was just really happy."

"Nothing wrong with that, man. I get you. Breasts are more fun on girls than on boys. Now get healed up before summer starts, alright? Since you're going to be on testosterone, I'm going to take you to the gym like every day."

"Oh, can't wait," Adam said unenthusiastically.

"Aw, come on, man. It'll be fun. There's no girls at the gym I frequent so it'll be cool to have a work-out buddy." Drew continued, "And plus, girls love a nice, toned body."

"Well… If you put it that way. Just kidding. I don't want any girl from our hellhole of a school."

"I don't know. Devils are more fun in bed."

Both brothers shared another laugh just as they did the day Adam left for surgery, except over a hospital bed rather than pizza. This time, with Adam feeling every much the brother Drew saw him as. And it felt great.

"Damn, Torres! Looking good!"

Adam smiled at Clare as she and Eli gave him a great, big hug. It had been their first meeting in weeks. Adam had left the hospital the beginning of summer and the three friends couldn't meet up, due to Clare having to go to New York over break and Eli having a job two towns away. School was going to start in two days, and the three friends decided to meet up before returning back to catch up, now that Clare was back, Adam recovered from surgery, and Eli received his last payment for the summer job.

"Why, thank you," Adam smirked at his two best friends' reaction to his voice.

Those shots of testosterone were really starting to show their stuff. The week after his first shot, Adam could not see a difference and felt very disappointed. However, quickly after the week ended and more shots were taken, the affects were certainly starting to show.

His daily workouts were paying off thanks to his brother, or as Drew liked to be called, his trainer's insistence to visit the gym as much as possible. His testosterone-fueled body allowed him to reach a sort of faux-puberty. He grew a few inches and was continuing to grow, his face became more sharp, more masculine, and more pronounced rather than his baby-faced, feminine past. He was still skinny, his stomach toned but not overly muscular, and the same applied to his arms and legs. It was fine to him though. He preferred to have a cut body instead of a bulky one.

Adam's shoulders were broader than before, and his stance more upright. His hair, he cut to a nice faux hawk with bangs. The testosterone worked magic to his voice as well. He no longer had to force a masculine voice. It lowered on its own, and although it was not booming, his voice had a rough, raspy quality to it that he quite liked. The best part of the whole transition was that he found himself looking in the mirror and feeling happy in what he saw rather than ashamed and angry.

"You're hot!" Eli jokingly exclaimed, hugging his best friend once more, "Date me! Sorry, Clare, I've found someone else."

"Oh, stop it, you." Clare laughed, smacking Eli on his arm.

"Just kidding. I love you best." Eli quickly kissed Clare on the cheek before facing Adam again, "But seriously, you look like the Adam you were meant to be. The Adam I always saw! It's awesome. Amazing. I'm really happy for you, man!"

"Thanks." Adam was choked up with emotions before he grabbed Eli into another embrace and Clare sighed from next to them.

"You two might as well just date."

"Don't say things like that, Clare. They just might come true."

Eli and Adam broke out laughing at Clare's shocked expression before she joined in with their laughter.

School was starting in two days, but much to Adam's shock, he wasn't dreading those hallways and classrooms anymore.

As soon as the sun rose, Adam was up with it.

Pulling on a white v-neck and slightly baggy black jeans over his polka-dotted boxers, Adam stretched out and walked over to the bathroom. Just like every morning, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror and let out a small giggle before grabbing his toothbrush and applying a nice amount of Colgate on the brush. He had showered just a little after 1 A.M., since his older brother forced him to join him on a midnight jog. After waxing his hair in place, bangs still messy but in place, he left the bathroom as his brother entered it, slamming the door behind him.

Adam grabbed a gray cardigan from his closet and pulled it on before spraying a small amount of cologne on. Too much cologne made his head hurt; he didn't understand how his brother could apply practically the whole bottle of cologne in one go.

"You ready, bro?" Adam called out while grabbing his cell phone and backpack from his desk.

"Yeah, almost, little man. Wait out in the car or something, I'll be right out," his brother loudly replied over the sound of water running.

Now that his brother was a senior, their parents bought Drew a brand new ride. It was a fine piece of art, the car was. The two brothers spent an entire summer day giving the automobile a brand new paint job, and it was perfect- white with black accents and a white chrome finish on the sides, bumpers, and rims.

Only a block away from school, Drew faced Adam with a grim half-smile.

"Brother, if anyone bothers you, you know what to do, right?"

"What, I have to call for my big brother?" Adam mumbled, offended.

"No, bro. You have to beat their face in."

Grinning like idiots, the two brothers high-fived and finally arrived at school, ready for a brand new year at Degrassi High School.

It being spent at Degrassi, the year was bound to be interesting.