Hi, my name is Beckett Mitchell, but it wasn't always. I guess I should start there.
I was born a female-Rebeca Mitchell-but I never really felt like I fit in anywhere, and I was always the outcast.
When my mom died it was tough for me because I told her everything and she always connected with me and seeing that my parents had gotten a divorce four years before her death, I knew that she tried extra hard to make me happy.
I was only fourteen when she died and my dad had to take over and take care of me, when my parents got a divorce my dad moved on pretty quickly and started dating this lady, named Sheila-who he eventually got married to, she is kind of annoying, and she'll never be my real mom.
Back to never feeling like I fit in, I had no one to talk to with how I felt except my best friend Luke, so I called him one night and told him that, "I think I don't fit in, because I don't fit in my body." the other end was quiet for a minute. "Luke, you still there?" I ask "umm yeah, just thinking." he said "oh, ok." I waited.
"So, how do you think you'll fit?" he finally asked "I don't really know, I just know I don't feel right on the inside." I said "I'll talk to you late Lu alright?" "ok, talk later Becky." he said and I hung up.
That night I stayed up researching all the things about trans-gendered people and what they said or how they felt during the time when they were figuring out things for themselves.
This one man stood out the most for me said that he never really fit in at school-like me- and that he never really talked to anyone about it-like me- because he was scared and thought it might be easier to just suck it up.
He said if you feel different from how you look that you should embrace it and let people know, so that's what I did.
I called Luke and told him. "I think I'm supposed to a man, that's how I feel on the inside and I understand if you don't accept me but I won't change and can't change how I feel, ya know?" "ok, Becky and just so you know, I fully accept you for who you are." he told me, which made me feel better.
The next few weeks me and Luke talked about it and he asked, "have chose a new name because I don't want to call you 'Beca' if you don't like it?" and that's when it hit me like a brick flying at one hundred miles per hour, that this is real and I'm really doing this.
"No, no I didn't, well at least not yet." I said as I started thinking "well are you gonna keep the 'B' alive or go with another letter?" Luke asked me "I wanna keep it, because my mom chose the 'B' in my name." I told him and that's when I got it "DUDE!" I yelled into the phone.
"Stop yelling jerk." Luke said "sorry, but I know what I want my name to be!" I said, this time he yelled "WELL TELL ME, DON'T JUST SIT THERE!" I cringed, pulling the phone away before saying, "Beckett." "that's perfect, Beck." Luke said, and it warmed my heart that he used a new nickname for me, even if was a small change, it felt big for me.
Now fast forward a few weeks after figuring out my new name, to telling my dad and Shelia.
"What, is this all about Beca?" my dad asked and I cringed at the name-something I had been doing a while now-as I paced the room.
"And why are you pacing, you normally only do that when you're nervous?" which I was in fact. All I have to say is three words 'dad I'm transgender' not that hard...but also very very hard.
"Beca!" my dad stood up and grabbed my shoulders to still me. "What's going on?" he asked, all I did was hug him, which I mostly never do, so at this point I know he's really worried for me.
"Dad," I start, when I stop hugging him "I have always felt different, like I don't fit in anywhere, and when mom was here I talked to her a lot which was nice, but when she died that feeling intensified a lot," I swallowed the lump in my throat "but recently with the help of my best friend Luke, I figured out that the reason I don't fit in is...because I...I." I don't know why but the words weren't forming.
"Come on, Beca you can tell us." he motioned to him and Shelia. I drew a quick breath in.
"I am, what I feel I am...no I feel like a, no that's not right either." I tried different ways to say it but none felt right...so I did what anyone would do.
"TRANSGENDER!" I blurted out which made the next part easier "I am transgender, and what that means is that I feel like a man on the inside and I want that to reflect on the outside." I said.
What I wasn't expecting was the next part.
"I will not have a faggy living in my house." Shelia said, that brought me close to tears but the next part, my favorite moment in this story hands down, was the part that kept me from crying.
"Well, Shelia I guess it's a good thing this is my house not yours and also, my son is not gay he is just transgender which is different, so maybe you should go educate yourself on the lgbtq community, one last thing I want a divorce!" my dad said and it made me so happy, that one he still loves me, two called me his son and three is getting a divorce form that bitch who honestly I never really liked.
"I can't believe, that you chose this-this freak over your own wife, you'll regret this, that's for sure." Shelia said as she stood up.
"Ex-wife." my dad said "what?" Shelia asked "well you said, "over your own wife" but you're now my ex-wife because we are getting a divorce." my dad said walking Shelia out of the house.
"Oh and one last thing," my dad said "and what might that be?" she asked "give me the keys to my house please and thank you." my dad said holding out his hand, Shelia gave back the keys and left the house angrily.
"Sorry about that, kiddo you should just know that I love you no matter what and no matter how you identify yourself as." my dad said as he hugged me "love you too dad." I said letting the tears fall at this point, but they were mostly happy tears.
"Oh, that leads me to my next question, what do I call you now, I know it's not 'Beca' because I've noticed that you cringe weirdly whenever I call you that." he said. "Was it that obvious?" I asked and he nodded.
"Well, dad I would like it if you called me, Beckett from now on, or Beck like Luke does." I said. "Nice to know you keep the 'B' your mother would have been happy and proud of you, for being who you are." my dad said and I hugged him again.
A/N: Thank you for reading my fellow aca-people, if you want you can review this and tell me what you think also give me prompts and ideas on later chapters. I don't own pitch perfect or any of the characters.