For thunderpride and completely sugar-fiend's fault...in discussing her fic Complicated this happened... Heed the following warnings:
Warnings for Transmasc Scott, angst, bullying, accidental overdose mention, medical treatment, canon MCD mention.
Scott had always envied his brothers, even though he'd tried his best not to show it. But he couldn't help but be jealous of how easy they all felt in their skins.
He couldn't really pinpoint the exact moment when he realised that he didn't like his glossy curly hair or the blue dresses he wore, but it was definitely around the time that Alan was born - and he hit puberty.
If he thought that his skin had been uncomfortable before, it was nothing compared with now.
The morning he found his flat chest seemed to have put weight on overnight had found him throwing up in the bathroom.
Dad had taken the day off and taken his brothers to school or the local pool while Mom held him as he sobbed and finally admitted that he didn't want to be a girl anymore.
Lucy had booked him in to see a specialist that afternoon.
Scott's wish to just 'be a boy like my brothers' wasn't going to be granted overnight though. The specialist has been kind but firm. He'd need to go through a battery of physical and psychological tests before he could get any help transitioning, but Scott left that clinic happier than he had been in years.
Seeing all the various doctors was hard. Not all of them agreed with what he wanted to do, but his Mom and Grandma were super supportive and zealous on his behalf and any who showed a negative attitude were firmly rejected and replaced.
But then his periods started.
Scott had thought getting breasts was the absolute worst, but the horror of *bleeding* every month made that event pale into insignificance. Worse still was the pain and cramps in the days leading up to his monthlies, the cravings and the mood swings.
His brothers tried their best, but sometimes it was hard to know what Scott needed - he often didn't know himself. Mom was such a boon, often realising that he was coming on before he did.
And then his Mom died.
Scott put all thoughts of transitioning on hold as he took over running the household. His therapist and doctors weren't happy at all, but his brothers needed him and they came first.
Dad locked himself away at work until the day Scott overdosed on pain meds.
It turned out that he was being bullied at school for being a boy in a girl's body. And it had been going on for months without Scott saying anything.
Jeff had sat at his son's beside and held him as Scott cried and apologised and cried some more. He hadn't meant to take so many; he was just in so much pain…Jeff cried too at how much he'd let Scott take on and vowed to do better.
Starting with removing Scott from the school and sending him to another. He made sure Scott attended every therapy session and every doctor's appointment and soon Scott was smiling again.
It was a relief when the specialists decreed that they were happy with his mental health and his age and he could now begin transitioning medically.
That first injection hurt but it didn't burst Scott's happiness, and with weekly injections it was a good job he wasn't needle phobic.
That first period after starting the jabs came as a bitter blow and was one of the worst ones the teen had ever had. His brothers tried extra hard to comfort him and again his Dad took time off to just be with him.
It took another three months for them to stop altogether. By that time his voice had started to deepen and odd scraps of facial hair had begun to appear.
Another couple of months and he began to notice his body shape changing.
By the time he was ready for university he'd transitioned as far as T would take him. There would be operations in his future if he wanted them, but for now he was happy.
Scott Tracy left for Yale a happy young man.