Your name is Dalila, you are 11 years old, and sadly, you are a girl.
Not on the inside, but to everyone else you are.
You don't want to be a girl. Not in the slightest.
You hate the boobs you're beginning to have, you hate your hips, you hate how the boys at school treat you, all because of your gender that you don't want, and most importantly: you HATE whatever the fuck it is between your legs because it is GROSS and WEIRD.
You have had crushes on both boys and girls, so that doesn't matter too much to you.
Today, you are sitting in your room in tears because you're tired of being a girl.
"Hey sis. What's up?" Bro pokes his head into the room.
"Don't call me that." You mutter.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Don't call me sis." You explain.
"Would you rather Dalila? Sweety?-" Bro started listing.
"No no NO! NOTHING that is related to being a girl. I don't WANT to be a girl. I hate this body I hate this mindset people have of me and..and...AGH! I just want to be a cool dude like you." You said, throwing your face in a pillow.
"You're being awful insightful for an eleven year old girl." Bro observed, sitting next to you.
"But that's the problem! I don't want to be an eleven year old girl. I WANT to be an eleven year old BOY!" You shouted, pulling your face out of the pillow.
Bro's face softened.
"I can help with that."
Your face froze for a moment.
"What? HOW?" You asked.
"Well. We can get something that makes your tits...less... tit-like. And we can get new clothes with padding that evens out the areas of your hips and thighs, and while I can't adjust your face or pussy, we can make you a boy to the rest of the world."
You were crying.
"Wow. I never knew how much of a not souless and feeling human being you were, bro." You said, hugging his arm.
"What? You thought I was a robot or some shit? Nah. For the record, your name and hair can be changed right quick, bro." Bro said before leaving the room.
Hearing the words 'bro' being used to address you made you so happy you got up, ran after him, and hugged him for real.
"Thanks bro." You murmured into his chest.
Your name is Dalila and this is the last 20 minutes of your life being called Dalila.
"What do you want your new name to be? It should probably be something simple. And it should start with a D, so we can be the D-Strider bros." Bro said.
"Hmmmm..." You pondered. What would sound really typical in a classroom? Daniel? No. It can be said as Danielle and you're not having that. You want it short, too.
After a minute you thought of the perfect one.
"Dave. It's short, it's normal, it's respectable, and it's a boy's name." You said.
"Dave Strider. Nice ring to it. Good choice li'l bro." Bro agreed, ruffling your newly shortened hair.
After the 20 minute wait was up, you walked to the counter with Bro, and after some paper signing and some e-mailing, the deed was done.
You're name is Dave Strider, and you took another step to being a boy to the world, and you're damn proud of it.
The lady at the counter even gave you a sticker that said "Hi. My name is Dave Strider."
You're beaming, but it comes off as a smirk and she chuckles.
"Your son is quite cute, sir."
Your grin widens.
"Little brother, but thanks."
You practically glow at the fact that Bro is acknowedging you as a brother in public.
The lady makes a gesture somewhere along the lines of 'sorry, didn't mean to assume, whoopsies' and you and Bro were out of there.
"You really are super cool about me being a boy, aren't you." You clarify with bro.
"I'm cool about everything Dave. Don't you forget that." Bro said.
With that, the two of you walked home.
Today is your twelfth birthday, and you see not one, not two, but FIVE presents in front of you.
"Wow, bro, what's the occasion. It must be my birthday or something." You say, mastering the art of having your voice low and sarcastic constantly. Like a boy.
"Yeah. Just thought you might want to have something." He said.
He pointed to the medium sized one and when you pulled it out of the wrapping...
"What's this?" You asked in legitimate confusion.
It looked like a band-aid, or something. But it was HUGE. It wasn't anything you could recognize.
"It's a binder, so people in public or at school don't go assuming shit."
You figured out what he meant and you looked up at him, orange eyes looking down softly into your ruby ones.
"Really?" You wondered.
"Eeeyup. Sex-change surgery is... well sadly it's way too expensive for the likes of my income, but I can at least help you become what other people will think of you, Dave."
You smiled and went to your room, putting the binder on and coming out to look in the mirror, very satisfied with the result.
"You look great kiddo. Now get over here and open the rest of your presents." Bro joked, waving you over and gesturing to the other packages.
The other packages consisted of:
A bunch of padding for clothes so your hips, thighs, etc. weren't exaggerated as much.
Aviator shades that covered your eyes (and were cool).
Some red hightop converse (because your old shoes were falling apart).
And...A note? It says the last one's in is room.
You don't know what the last one is. Bro said it was so big he couldn't wrap it, so he kept it there.
You get up and follow him and find-
Oh wow.
"Really Bro? I thought you said that I wasn't gonna have this 'until I was forty'." You said.
Bro is carrying his old turntables and equipment into your room, settling it against the wall.
"It's about time you got to make some sick beats of your own, li'l man."
You hugged his waist and smiled.
You were starting to be more like him.
A cool man who makes sick beats.
There were two reviews and one was helpful, the other was a bit obvious, and BOTH were anon, so I couldn't respond to them over PM.
Review sent as 'Guest': thank you for pointing that out, I sort of forgot for a moment *slaps self upside the head* stupidstupiddumb
Review sent as 'not-tryin-ta' or something: Don't you think that might come up later later? Or do you think that this might be some universe where he doesn't have a puppet porn site? (Spoiler alert: yet)