No my name is not Brenda. How do people keep misgendering me? I cut my hair. I wear masculine clothes. I wear a binder. I've been on T for almost two months. So why when I go to a fast food restaurant does the cashier ask, "would you like this for here or to go ma'am?"
I am not and never was a "ma'am". My name is Brendon and I would like it to go.

I hop back into the car. I hand my dad the Big Mac he ordered. We eat our food in the car because I hate getting stared at and we have a 13 hour trip to our new house. My mother passed away when I was three years old so I don't remember her. My dad has been my rock, my best friend. He has been the only one that has stuck by my side through out my transition. When I came home from school with a black eye and bloody nose my dad found a job in a new city.
A new city means a new school. A new school that no one knows Brenda in. I can finally be myself and no one will ever know who I was before. As long as I pass I won't have any problems.

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"Wake up Brendon," my dad says shaking me awake, "we're here!" I slowly open my eyes. I sit up and look at the building in front of me. Home sweet home I guess. "Hurry up and help me take things to the apartment. We are on floor 7 apartment number 726.
My dad heads up the stairs carrying some bags. I follow after him. I'm only on the 4th floor and I'm already out of breath. "Do you need help?" Someone asks from behind me. I turn around and see a man who appears to be a couple years older than me. He is hot! I don't know what to do. I'm gonna make a fool of myself.
"N-No I'm fine thanks anyway," I say. "Are you sure? What floor are you going to?" He asks. "The 7th floor. I'm fine though. I just wish this apartment had an elevator," I say. He laughs, " tell that to the manager. I'm Dallon by the way. I live on this floor. If you ever need help you can find me here." "Thanks Dallon I should probably get going though," I say.
I turn around to bring my stuff upstairs. Dallon grabs my wrist and turns me back around. "Let me go!" I shout. "Sorry," he apologizes, letting go of my arm, "I never got your name." "Brendon," I say turning back around before he sees me blush. "I'm not a creep. I promise," Dallon says. "Goodbye Dallon," I say.

I finally got to the 7th floor. I find my apartment number and knock on the door. My dad lets me in. "Hey what took you so long?" He asks. "Someone stopped me on the stairs," I say. "Oh. What happened?" My dad asks. "He just asked to help." I say. I would've let him help too but he was so good looking. Whenever I start liking someone and they find out I'm trans they leave me. That's what happened with my ex. I really don't want to think about it though. I head off to bed because i have school tomorrow. I am not looking forward to school.

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My alarm clock goes off. I turn it off wishing I could just sleep all day. I get up anyways. I put my binder back on. I have a packer that I've never used until now. I put on black skinny jeans and check out my "bulge" in the mirror.
It looks so realistic. I am loving this. I look like a guy. I throw on one of my band t's. I grab my back pack then tell my dad that I'm on my way to school. I'm so freaking nervous. I thought I passed but what if other people don't.
When I finally get to school no one is giving me weird looks. I don't want to jinx myself though so I head straight to my first class. It's music class with Mr. Weekes. I walk it the class I set my backpack against the wall and sit on the risers. Mr. Weekes walks into the room. I turn to look at him and suddenly wish I wasn't here right now. "Brendon?" Dal- I mean Mr. Weekes asks, "you go here?" "Um..." I say. I can't even think right now. I can't believe I was hitting on my music teacher. I'm so embarrassed right now. "Well welcome Brendon. Now who's the creep? Are you stalking me?" D- Mr. Weekes asks. I laugh nervously. The bell rings and kids pile into the class room. This is going to be an eventful school year.