(A/N) I mentioned doing a Trans Nico AU on my board (or should have by now) so... I guess I'm just gonna do a trans one shot? Just so you guys'll kind of know what I'm gonna be writing about?

Idk. Here it is.

My lungs were dying inside of my body. My chest was burning, my legs were on fire, and my breathing was ragged. Scratch ragged, I could barely breath at all. Air seemed to be everywhere in the room except for around me.

"Keep it up, ladies!" Our gym instructor yells as the loud voice going through the speakers calls seven runs.

You probably guessed it by now, but I was doing the Pacer Test.

Sure, laugh at me. Wow, Nico. You've only done seven? Pfffffft. I'm a girl too but I only start to get tired at fifteen.

First of all: Fuck you. You have no right to brag or make fun unless you know everything about that person's physical state.

Second: Double fuck you because my record is twenty-five and I did it while wearing a binder. You know, the thing that shoves your breasts into themselves. That shit hurts. It's hell on your back and it makes your breasts burn and sweat uncomfortably.

And the sweat itches worst than hell.

There's the raw truth about binders. No sugar coding. Now, don't you dare mess with someone about their binder.

If it's such a pain, then why do you even wear a binder? That's the question Best Friend Will, always asks. I'll explain later.

"Twenty-one!" The male voice blares through the speakers. I was just a second away from making it.

"Nicole! Out!" The instructor called.

My real name isn't Nicole. It's Nico; chosen by my dad. My mother doesn't like my name -- says it's too boy-ish -- so she tells everyone to call me Nicole.

Don't get me wrong, I was fine with that. Well, until some time around the summer of fourth grade. Sure, say it's young, but I'm a mature lady -- or so my mother says.

"Hey, little man!" Will cheered, pulling me into a hug. "You did great." I smiled into his sweaty T-shirt. He released me after a few extra seconds.

"Sure," I said sarcastically, looking up at him. Cons of being biologically female. "Twenty-one is an excellent number." I playfully bumped him with my hips, which might I say were hella strong. Pros of being biologically female.

I looked down, noticing my binder was slipping. I tried to descritly pull it up. Will stood in front of me so no one would notice. Silently, I cursed my mother for not letting me get a new one.

"Why do you even wear that?" Will asked. "You're pretty flat chested anyways. Right?"

The truth: nobody at school had ever seen me without my binder. Everyone assumed I hadn't hit that stage of puberty.

I laughed. "I wish." My voice was deeper than most girls, but still able to identify as a female's.

The gym instructor blew the whistle. "Line up! Boys of left, girls on right!"

Normally, to keep peace between me and the coaches, I just stayed in my lane and went to the girl's line. I was about to do the same, but I felt Will's hand grab my shoulder.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me. His eyes sparkled like diamonds. "You should be in your correct line." It was funny, because that's what the coaches say when one sex tries to sneak into the opposite's line.

I smiled as he ruffled my hair. It was barely longer than his own. And a million shades darker, seeing as his was sun bleached blond and mine was darker than most people's souls.

Once everyone had made it to their line, the coaches scanned us for a minute. Probably doing end of class role call or something.

"You!" One of the coaches called. I couldn't remember her name, but she was pointing at me. I blushed as she called me out. "Get to your correct line!"

Will stood out in front of me. "Ma'am, I believe everyone in this line is a boy." I was blocked from the view of the doors... and coaches. Will refused to move from in front of me.

But suddenly, he was shoved aside. "Come have a talk. Girl to girl." I gulped, knowing this would only end in me being humiliated.

(A/N) ANGELICA DO I CONTINUE OR DO I END THIS IDK HELLLLPPPPPP!!!

DO A PART TWO AND DONT PUBLISH IT FOR TWO WEEKS MWAHAHAHAHA

(A/N) GUYS, THE ANGELICA HAS SPOKEN.