My parents had always been supportive of how I acted back then. I guess they just assumed it was a phase that I would grow out of once I got older but, I didn't, which I did notice they started to grow worried of when I got older.

I mean, I did mature of course but, not in the way they expected.

They expected me to eventually cut my hair short and stop wearing dresses and throw my dolls away, but I didn't do that.

Instead me and Rin would sneak into our parents' rooms to try on makeup and we would have sleepovers and go to the nail salon together.

But recently, I've started to notice something different about myself. My voice has been getting... deeper...

I've always really loved singing. I would pitch up my voice to make it sounder even higher and cuter to sing along to songs from magical girl animes or idol groups with Rin. And I hoped to be a singer one day too, but...

Recently, it has been more difficult to cover up that puberty was hitting and my voice was starting to crack. I've tried to put in more effort in pitching my voice high, especially around my best friend, but it's becoming more difficult and taking more effort.

Rin still didn't treat me any different but one day, everything changed...

On that day I had just woken up and I was eating cereal with marshmallows while watching a recording I had saved yesterday of a performance of my favourite idol group that I had failed to get tickets to attend.

As I was doing that, I heard someone walk into the room. I turned around to see my mother. She was wearing the outfit that she always wears to her job as a fashion designer but she didn't have her makeup on and she hadn't curled her hair yet as it was straight at the time.

She grabbed the remote control and turned off the recording.

"Hey!" I shouted, but my voice came out very deep and cracked which made me feel uncomfortable.

"Dear, there is something I need to talk to you about," She said and sat on the couch.

I had been lying on the floor and I could tell by her tone she was being serious so I jumped up and sat next to her.

"What is it?" I asked, starting to feel a little worried.

"Well, you know how you're been acting very feminine and girly for the past few years?" She asked.

"I wouldn't really call it acting, more like being my true self," I corrected her, finally able to make my voice sound correct.

"Yes, well, it isn't really," She said, "You're a boy, and I think now is about time you start acting like it."

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"You're becoming a big boy now and, now that you will be starting junior high school soon, I think now is about time you stop pretending and playing dress up and actually start acting like what you really are, a boy," She explained.

"What is the point of that if I'm going to a school with the same people as elementary school and they've known me as a girl all my life?" I asked, "Besides, wouldn't you prefer me to be happy then what you call 'the real me'?"

"A new school is a fresh start and the perfect time to start acting as what you really are, you'll feel much happier once you stop acting out for attention," She replied.

I really wasn't liking this and I knew arguing back wasn't going to do anything so I tried to stand up and walk away but she grabbed my arm firmly and tightly and yanked me back onto the couch.

"Now then, it's time to cut your hair for tomorrow!" She announced in a cheery tone.

"You aren't going to cut it too short, right?" I asked, "It's taken me forever to get it this long!"

"Well I have to make you look like a real boy, don't I?" My mom responded as she quickly went upstairs to get scissors.

"Not really..." I muttered under my breath even though she was upstairs and probably couldn't hear me.

I know I could have ran away or hid at that moment but... I didn't. When my mom is in this mood, it really does scare me and make me worry about what could happen if I disobey. For all I know if I had went against her orders she could have cut off all of my hair.

She came back down and started cutting away all of the effort I has made into proving I was a girl. As she cut my hair and styled it, I kept my eyes shut and never wanted to open them again.

Once she put the scissors and hairbrush down, she then got a mirror and placed it in my hand. I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection in disbelief.

My long hair... it's all gone...

"Is it okay if I can stay at home for the rest of the day, please?" I asked, "I can't go outside looking like this..."

"Sorry Mikuo but I can't trust you to stay at home alone so I have to drop you off at the Kagamine house," My mother replied.

"No I can't!" I cried, "I can't see Rin looking like this!"

"Well you'll have to get used to it!" She shouted, but then quickly changed her tone to sound like an innocent angel, "Now go and get changed into the outfit I made just for you."

My mother is a fashion designer and by the sound of things, she's probably made the most boyish outfit in the world for me.

I sighed quietly to myself so she couldn't hear and then I slumped upstairs. I went into my bedroom and found a shirt, tie, a belt and a pair of trousers on my bed.

I put them on and then looked in the mirror. Not only is my mother trying to make me look like a boy but she is also trying to make me look like a nerd! It's like she wants me to get bullied...

I went back down and then left the house with her to get in her car. I sat at the back because even though I could have controlled the playlist, I just wanted to be away from her.

We arrived at the Kagamine house and I had to be pretty much pulled out because I didn't want to leave the car. She knocked on the door and then went it opened, we stepped inside.

"Oh, hello Mrs Hatsune and..." Mrs Kagamine greeted but then looked completely shocked when she caught my gaze.

"Mikuo, his name is Mikuo," Mother replied.

Rin and Len ran down the stairs but both stopped in their tracks when they saw me, but for different reasons. Len was more suprised to see me dressed up as a boy for once but Rin was shocked and confused, meaning that she had only just come to the realisation of what I really am...

"Miku, what happened?!" Rin asked, starting to look really panicky.

"His name is Mikuo," Mother correct.

"Mikuo?" She questioned.

I could feel tears start to form in my eyes. I couldn't bare the fact that my best friend, who had called me by my favourite name for years, was now calling me by that dreaded name...

"Anyway, I should be heading off to work now, and you should as well, Mrs Kagamine," My mother announced.

What she meant is how Mother and Mrs Kagamine used to work under the same designer company but then the former became jealous of how much better the latter was so she made up a false allegation to get her biggest rival fired. Now Mrs Kagamine is nothing more but a housewife because no job will accept her now.

This all happened after me and the Kagamine twins became friends so when this happened it was decided that the twins weren't allowed over my house but I was allowed to be freely dropped over to theirs, for some reason.

"For your information, thanks to you I don't have a job!" Mrs Kagamine mumbled.

"I know, anyway bye!!!" Mother responded and then shut the door loudly behind her as she left.

Now, all of the attention was back on me. All of their worried faces and concerned looks were too much with everything else and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Rin-rin, why don't you take... Mikuo upstairs and calm him down?" The bonde haired woman suggested.

"Okay," Rin replied as she took my hand and led me up to her room, Len following behind us.

We went in and Rin sat me down on her bed and then looked into my watery eyes.

"Miku, are you a-" She was about to ask.

"Yes," I replied in my real voice, "But deep down, I'm not,"

"I can't believe you never figured it out, Rin!" Len said, trying to bring to change the bleak atmosphere but doing a very bad job at it, "I always knew Mikuo was a-"

"Len, you aren't really helping!" My best friend shouted.

"He is right though, how did you never figured it out until now?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just always thought you were a girl because we had so much in common, and to be completely honest, I don't think I was the only one..." She mumbled, looking over at a photo of her and her mother.

"I mean, I want to be, but I'm just not allowed to..." I muttered, "I'm sorry, Rin..."

There was then a minute of silence. I just didn't know what to say or what I could say to make things revert to how they used to be.

Then, the girl sat beside me took a deep breath and stood up.

"Well, no matter what... you'll always be my best friend!" Rin announced, smiling with a determined look on her face.

"Really?" I questioned, "Even though I'm a-"

"If you don't want to be a boy, you don't have to be around us!" The blonde haired girl exclaimed, "We'll always accept you!"

"Yeah! Rin is right for once!" Len added, "I'm happy to be there for you too!"

"You mean it?" I asked, tears once again forming in my eyes, but this time out of happiness.

"Of course, Miku!" Rin answered, reaching out her hand.

With that, I pulled the twins into a group hug on the bed. I was so happy to have friends like them...