Thomas giggled as he played with his sister's Barbie dolls, He smiled as he admired their small waists and feminine figures and long hair.

He let out a small gasp as his mother snatched the toy out of his hands "Boys do not play with barbies." She snapped. "Get dressed, you have soccer."

Thomas looked as his sister walked in with her tight suit and tutu, He admired the bright pink, He let out a small whimper as his mother threw the shirt, Shorts. He nodded "Y-Yes, Mama"

The girls walked out, Thomas went over to the mirror and undressed himself. He looked at his waist, He saw no curves, He looked at his short hair. It felt weird, He looked at the small bulge in his pants, that didn't belong there.

He looked across at his sister's closet, reaching in and grabbing a nice, Magenta dress and putting it on. He looked in the mirror and his jaw dropped. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and he quickly changed into his soccer uniform. His father smacked the back of his head "Hurry up! You think we have all day?! Selfish boy!"

Boy

Boy

Boy...?

During their first practise, Thomas couldn't seem to kick or do anything with the ball properly. The coach made him wear a skirt to humiliate him. Though it didn't seem to...

On his way home, His parents were yelling and screaming about how useless he had been.

"I-I want to do ballet too!" He smiled hopefully. His parents frowned "You're a boy."

Boy

They left him home while they went out for dinner that night. He snuck into his parents' room and changed into his mother's dresses and wigs.

For the first time in years, He recognized his reflection.

He looked as the wig hair sat nicely on his shoulders. He gently placed his hand on the mirror and closed his eyes "This is where I'm...." He closed his eyes and sighed weakly.

A few years later, Thomas was in high school, He was different from the other crowds, He didn't feel as if he is fitting. He stayed at the back of the class and never spoke to anyone, during lunch breaks, He'd stay inside and draw. He always found himself things that relate more to his feminine side. Like fairies, Mermaids, Princesses.

He tried his best to avoid haircuts, though it never seemed to work.

There was this boy, every girl had a huge crush on him. So did Thomas. He just wished he would recognize him for a second.

He stood atop of the hill at the back of their house, Feeling the wind blow past him as his eyes were closed. He imagined a dress swaying in the wind behind him, He imaged his hair blowing.

Though he knew it was all fantasizing.

When college came, He could finally grow his hair out and wear whatever made him happy, He felt more comfortable within himself as his curls grew longer and longer. He would walk around and hear small laughs from people who knew he wasn't born...a girl...

He ignored the comments, though deep down they broke his heart.

Once the holidays came and he had to go home, His parents nagged at him to cut his hair again, saying his gentle features and girlish nature made him look like a girl. When he decided to wear a dress around the house and wear makeup to come out to his parents, they took him to the priest and asked him to help him.

The priest made it out like he was possessed and done an entire program on him, though it never worked.

His parents were concerned, what had gotton into their child? Why is he ruining their family like this? How dare he.

Thomas stared out his window, the room was his now his sister moved out, He glanced at the moon shining brightly into his window. He let out a small sigh, Playing with the long strands of hair.

He gently touched his face, wet. Like every other night He lived home, crying himself to sleep seemed to be a routine.

He let out a broken sob, crying weakly as he crawls into his covers. How's that, A twenty-year-old ma-

Twenty-year-old woman crying herself to sleep again.

A few months passed and Thomas looked at the large jar fill of notes in the corner of his apartment. He smiled weakly and went over and got the jar, sitting himself on his bed and pouring the money out, Spending hours counting and recounting. He smiled widely and squealed.

He told his parents about the surgery, they said if he went through with it, they would disown him.

"I'm going through it anyway." Is all he said before leaving the house.

He walked out into the cold, crisp night air. He held his coat, preventing it from opening in the wind.

He rolled his eyes as two boys driving past and whistling. One with long brown hair and brown eyes, The other with freckled skin and green eyes

If only they knew...

Thomas sighed, Going back to his lonely apartment. He looked around at the large drawing covering his walls. He looked down to the padded bra he was wearing along with a waist trainer. He dropped to his knees and cried for the next hours to come until the sun rose.

He looked up to the jar and took a deep breath, Grabbing the money and leaving.

He reached the desk and put the money up "I-I've been for the appointments, Taken the questions and injections and I'm 100 percent. I want to book an appointment for sex reassignment surgery." He said quickly.

The lady eyed the jar, A scowl on her face "Alright...Name?"

"Ah......" ha thought, He'd never really...contemplated a name...

"Y/n Jefferson" He smiled

She nodded and looked among the millions of files "There's an available appointment of the 13th of April next year"

Thomas let out a small whimper "That's...O-Okay..." just over five months, He can deal with that...

He smiled "Thank you, Ma'am, but are you sure there's no earlier-"

"Tomorrow, but we usually give people time to thi-"

"I'LL TAKE IT" He screeched

She was taken back, but nodded quickly and booked it "Alright, Alright. Be here ten a.m. tomorrow, No food until then." She warned "Alright Mmm-?"

"Ms!"

"Ms Y/n?"

Thomas nodded "I'll be here!" He gave the lady the money and hummed "What's it like having a vagina?" He asked as she counted the money

"Like a monster" she said softly, Still counting

"How's sex? "

"I'm a virgin"

"Oh? Same!"

'I can tell, Ma'am"

She smiled "Well, I'll see you tomorrow"

He nodded and spun around. Running to his apartment and screaming into his pillow.

Over the course of the next day, Thomas was now laying in a hospital bed, He felt uncomfortable, yet he felt right.

He glanced at the door as his mother walked in, she gave him a gentle smile "H-Hello, Son"

"I'm not your son..." she whispered, Extremely tired

She nodded, sitting beside him and hugging her gently

She smiled at her mother "I love you..."

"I love you too...And I'm here...If you need me..."

"I always need my mom" She smiled "Always will"