Hey guys here is another update to make up for my time off!

Warnings: a little swearing but that's all. Slurs, homophobia, and transphobia, all faith based

Pairings: none

Requested by: The Night Ninja

Plot: A transgender Dr. Jillian ran away from his transphobic family and transitioned from female to male. Told from his point of view.

Hope you enjoy!

Side note: I am lesbian, and I am also trans, meaning I do not identify as the gender I was born as. Therefore, it is ok for me to say certain slurs and words. These slurs are not aimed at any minority group.

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I ran. I couldn't take that shit anymore.

A lot of people wonder why I live out in the middle of nowhere, and the answer is actually fairly sad.

I ran away from my family.

Why?

As much as I hate to get right down to business, I have to.

I am a transgender man.

I ran away from my family, mainly because if they found out I would not have to run away as I would be kicked out.

I owned a chest binder, and was careful to not let anybody see it. My friend Mary gave it to me as her sibling is non-binary. Their parents were really supportive, as opposed to mine.

God, I wished that they were.

God. For the longest time, my family took me to weekly church services at the Westboro Baptist Church and I held signs that said things I didn't even know stood for hate, bigotry, and division. The signs read "God hates fags" and "transgender people are animals"

Little did I know I was transgender. I was opposing my own community.

I always knew I was a boy, even though I was born a girl. As I grew older, I hated when people called me a she/her, but I loved it when people called me a he/him. I didn't know why. Like I said before, I didn't even know what transgender meant, other than the fact that they are "animals."

But they aren't. They are people

I remember when I first found out what the term transgender meant. And then that's when it all clicked.

I am transgender. This is me.

I then realized that homophobia and transphobia are really stupid. It's not getting us anywhere.

I told my friend Mary, and Mary was really accepting. She told me her brother recently came out as non-binary, and they use the pronouns they/them. She also told me that if I wanted one, she could get me a chest binder. I told her I didn't know what that was, and she told me that it's basically like a bra, but it compresses your chest to make it seem like you don't have boobs.

"But wouldn't that hurt me?" I asked her

"No, as long as you don't sleep in it and have the right size."

"What if I don't know my bra size?"

She gave me a roll of measuring tape and told me to measure from the center of my chest around, and the number of inches is what my size is.

"And remember, I can tell by looking at you that you have a cup size of A. Just tell me the number and I can take it from there." She told me

That night, when I got home from school, I used the measuring tape and I got the number 34. Just so happened that my sister, who was 4, walked in

"What are you doing?"

I dropped the tape measure and threw a sweatshirt around myself. I then kneeled down next to her

"Sophie, promise me that you will not give in to mom and dads hateful ways. Remember that love is love, and that transgender people are people, and nothing else."

She looked at me with large brown eyes

"I promise."

I then sent her out and finished measuring myself

The next day at school, I found Mary under a tree and told her what my chest number was

"I can get that for you soon. Wait until Friday." She said distantly

That Friday, Mary approached me and handed me a chest binder

"Wear it like a normal bra, but don't wear it when you sleep and don't let your family see it."

I then walked off with it and to the school busses to go home

When I got home, I went straight to my room and tried on the binder

It fit amazingly, and I was comfortable in it

For the weeks to follow, I wore it alone in my room, and at school. My family never saw it, until something happened

I forgot to take it off when I came downstairs for dinner, and my family noticed that my chest was significantly smaller than before

Before I could say anything, my mom lifted my shirt and there it was. My binder, on display, for everyone to see

"What the fuck is going on?!" My dad screamed at me

"You know we don't support...that" My mom yelled

"Take that thing off right now and throw it out! You are our daughter, and you will always be our daughter! Nothing else! They said together

I thought about obeying them, but I stood my ground

"No."

They both looked at my shocked

"What do you mean no? You will obey us."

"I said what I said. This is me, and I'm never changing." I said triumphantly

"I will not have a tranny for a daughter! Absolutely not! God forbids it!"

I stopped walking. That slur had been used before by them, but never at someone. Hot tears filled my eyes, and I ran back upstairs

I started throwing everything into a suitcase and threw all of my schoolbooks into my backpack, along with other things such as deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and clean sheets. Once I was done, everything in my room had been packed up.

I came downstairs, only to hear my parents yelling at my sister

"What do you mean love is love? What do you mean trans people are people? Where did you learn that nonsense?!" My dad screamed

My sister looked at them

"Julia told me, but he goes by Jullian now."

I stood shocked. She used my correct pronouns and new name! I guess kids do learn from older kids

"JULIA is not a boy. SHE is a GIRL, and will always be one." My mom said quietly

"That's not true. He is transgender. So he is a boy."

My parents stared in disbelief

"Honey, she is a girl. You don't just change like that." Mom said calmly to Sophie

"You can, and that's what Jullian is. He is a boy. You just don't want to accept it." Sophie replied

"JULIA is a tranny! She is mentally ill!"

"Don't. Call. My. Brother. That!" Sophie screamed

She then flipped a nearby chair and ran away to me

"I'm going with Jullian. I don't want to be stuck here with you two."

I kneeled down next to her again, just like I had before

"Lets get out of this place."

50 years later...

While Sophie went off to do her own thing, and that thing being an advocate for LGBTQ+ rights, I stayed back in the woods. I developed a technology that transformed me from female to male, and for once, I was happy in my own skin. My parents had reached out to me several times, but I never contacted them back. I was finally happy, and nobody was going to take that from me.

AUTHOR NOTE:

On my page, all sexualities are valid and loved. You are amazing. If you get a homophobic reaction from your family, friend, or anyone, just know that you are valid and supported by me. I am your support system. I myself identify as lesbian, and my preferred pronouns are they/them, and I know how scary it is coming out to your family, people outside your immediate family, and/or close friends. Luckily, I had and still have a loving and accepting support system, both from my friends and family however, sadly that is not the case for many LGBTQ people, especially children around the world. They are forced to go through church services, read bible verses, and some are even forced to go to conversion camps, which can leave them with religious trauma they are going to have for the rest of their lives.

Another thing that is a sad reality for many LGBTQ kids is their parents kick them out and disown them. When you become a parent, you have to love your kid unconditionally. You can't say "I'll love you if you're not gay." That's a condition. That is not unconditional love. Unconditional love is "I'll love and support you no matter who you love." That is unconditional love. That is what you have to practice and do as a parent. The bottom line is: If your child's sexuality is going to be an issue with you, don't have children.

Also, religion is not an excuse for discrimination. If you cant support it because it's against your religion, which is false by the way, that does not mean you can go around putting others down because they are not the same as you. Most of the text in the bible that's translated against LGBTQ people is actually being revisited due to it not supporting Matthew or Mark. Also, most Christians don't even follow old testament law for that reason: It does not support the new testament. And at the end of the day, someone else's sexuality and/or sexual identity is not your life, which does not make it your business. Not everyone is Christian.

The reason it's not a sin is because back then, the bible was mistranslated to say homosexual instead of pedophile, which means an adult sleeping with a minor or child. So back then, the same-sex relationships were not out of love, they were out of lust. They were not consensual, age-appropriate, loving relationships. It does not make sense to me why parents call their children slurs, kick them out of the house, or even send their children away to be "cured". Conversion therapy is a horrible practice that leaves many LGBT children traumatized. Your sexuality cannot change, and never will.

Please know you are valid, loved, supported, and amazing.

Kind regards:

-Supergirl901 (they/them)