Trapped
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, it's property of Akira Amano, I just use the characters for fun.
Authors note: This story is rated M because it will deal with a subject, which needs a mature mind to comprehend and accept it.
There will be mentions of sex, but nothing explicit will happen. As this story is about teenagers there will be cuss words, because at the age of sixteen people tend to cuss a lot. (I did it all the time)
The main issue of this story is transsexualism.
I've read and seen a lot of gender bending stories and I wondered, why are there so many stories where guys are girls?
I don't really like those kind of stories, because, if you want to get two guy together, than do it an don't change one of them into a girl.
But because I know, that out there in the real world exists the true "gender bending" I wanted to write about it.
In my opinion transsexualism is an interesting theme and doesn't get much attention in the Anime/ Manga fandom.
So I took it up and did write about it.
As I'm not transsexual I can just guess how a person feels in the wrong body, but I did as much research as possible and the rest is imagination.
But as much as an serious thing this theme is – this story will have hilarious moments.
I just can't write stories which are to serious, they always end up with comical situations.
I'm mostly self taught in English – so please tell me if there are grammar and spelling mistakes.
I wanted to write this story in English, because there are not many German KHR fans and I like the language very much :).
Prologue
Ever since she was small she adored colourful things.
Her most favourite hobby was to make flower crowns. Most of them were presents for her elder sister, who taught her how to make them.
The maids at home found it cute, when she gave them some as a thank you for their hard work.
Father would look strange at her, but accepted the gift nonetheless.
Mother never took something she wanted to give and that made her sad.
The beautiful piano lady once got one of the crowns and smiled warmly hat her.
Her dream was to become such a fine Lady like her.
She loved cute dolls and dresses. Her most beloved doll was Antoinette (a gift from her sister). She wore a cute an frilly dress, her blonde locks were well kept and the blue eyes shined brightly. But every time she played with Antoinette the maids would look like something was wrong with her.
What she wanted the most, was to wear cute dresses like sister, but she was not allowed to.
Every time she had to put on those ugly shorts and this button-down shirt with the tie, she would cry like no tomorrow an throw a tantrum.
The maid which was responsible for changing her would say she was cute.
"I'm note cute like this!" was the angry response.
This day she did her everything to not put those clothes on. The maid was desperate and called mother for help.
She gave her a cold look.
"What would be the problem here?" mother asked.
"Young lord Hayato refuses to put his clothes on." The maid responded respectful.
"I want to wear a cute dress like Bianchi!" she would wail.
There was a slap to silence her, mother was never a nice woman.
"Do not be silly! You are a boy and boys do not wear dresses, those are for girls."
Mother did not shout, but her tone was cold as ice.
She looked confused. Why did mother say she was a boy?
"But I am a girl." her voice was not more than a whisper, but mother and the maid heard her.
"No you are not."
"Why not?"
"Sit down!"
What followed was a talk about the differences between boys and girl.
"And therefore you are a boy."
Hayato had his head low and looked at his lap.
Slowly tears broke out of his eyes.
"Just because I have this thing I am a boy?"
It was the first time out of countless, that the boy cried over the fact, that he was born with a penis.
That was the day, Hayato became aware that boys and girls would do different things.
All his most beloved games were girls plays. Mother told him he should not play those.
Father would buy him cars to play with.
Even if he never liked to spend time with the boys, he did it, because a boy should not play with girls.
With every passing day his irritation rose. Sometimes he would snap and punch those annoying jerks.
Every time he did, his father would say, how proud he was, that his son knew how to fight.
But he never won those fights.
The only thing he could do and loved was playing the piano. Nowadays it was the only thing he truly enjoyed and it was a thing boys and girls could do. He was just sad, that his teacher (the beautiful piano lady) visited just once a year and at some time would never visit again.
As the other boys grew stronger than him and called him a weakling, he searched someone who would teach him how to fight properly.
This someone was his first love (he never would say it out loud because boys should like girls) Doctor Shamal, a cool guy who could use bombs.
He taught him how he could use dynamite to fight, it was not too hard to learn.
But after his first ever win in a fight Shamal did not want to teach him new moves.
He would just snap at the old dude and say he did not need his help any longer, but at night, he would cry, because he could not spend more time with his most favourite person.
A few weeks, after his wounds were all healed up, he heard the maids talk about the piano lady. What he heard was shocking. She was his true mother and father did kill her!
Out of his mind he ran and ran and ran and ran ….
He ran years until he came to Namimori Japan, where he met his own personal prince charming one person with the name Sawada Tsunayoshi.
The person who was the reason, that his suppressed real personality would come back to him.
As he saw, that his precious person loved this cute girl (Sasagawa Kyoko) his wish to be a beautiful lady returned.
At the age of fourteen he did his research, he wanted to know why he felt like that.
He knew it was not normal to look at dresses with the desire to put them on.
He knew that it was called homosexual, if you loved someone with the same gender, but in his dreams he would be a lady and he a gentleman.
What he found made sense and terrified him. But after some time (weeks) he did something complicated.
He made an appointment with a Psychologist, he needed the testimony of an expert.
The written declaration of a Psychologist was the first step towards the fulfilment of his dream and important to find out more about himself.
Later on he would tell his sister, because for the treatment he needed the approval of a legal guardian an she was his own blood relative in Japan. He knew he could trust her.
But the most important part was to come out of the dark and tell all his close friends.
Will there be acceptance or intolerance?