Different But Unique

TW's:
-Homo/transphobia (usage F-slur)
-Gender dysphoria
-Mental abuse

George's POV

A few days had continued like this. I was with Clay often, he had told me he had fallen in love with me, but I was too shy to tell him I was falling for him too. I was sitting on my bed, I didn't know what to do. I knew I was gay now and I wanted to tell my grandparents, but I knew they would only get way madder at me than they already were. I just wanted to show Clay my house too once, but I didn't even dare to.

I stood up and I walked downstairs, looking at my grandparents sitting on the couch.

'Can I tell you something?'

'What is it this time?'

'I don't uh- I fell in love with someone.'

'Okay?'

'It's a boy,' I muttered.

'Okay so? You're a girl.'

'I'm a boy, grandpa. Stop calling me a girl, I'm really uncomfortable with it. I like a boy so I'm gay.'

'You're not gay, you're straight. You're a girl and you like a boy.'

'I'm a boy,' I whispered. 'Please, just stop calling me a girl, I actually can't deal with it anymore. I'm a boy, I feel like a boy, I want to be called a boy.'

'But you are not a boy, Georgia.'

'CAN YOU JUST STOP USING MY DEADNAME, MY NAME IS GEORGE. I'M SO SICK OF IT. I just want to show the boy I like my house, but I'm too scared for you. YOU KEEP CALLING ME A GIRL.'

'He thinks you're a boy? So he is gay and dumb?'

'I am a boy and he is gay just as I am.'

'You're a girl.'

I was completely sick of it, I grabbed the first thing I saw which appeared to be a glass with water. I threw it on the ground. 'I HATE YOU, I AM A BOY, STOP CALLING ME A GIRL. I'M SO SICK OF IT.'

'You're an unthankful piece of shit, that's what you are. We let you go to the doctors for those unnecessary and dumb hormones and operations of yours and we let you stay here in our house. You just say you hate us?'

'I DO, I AM A BOY.'

'You aren't and you will never be. Get out of our house right now and come back when you have thought about what you've done.'

'I just want to show Clay my house,' I whispered. 'I just want to be called a boy and George. Nothing more. Why is it so hard for you to just make me happy?'

'Because I'm not going to call you something you aren't.'

'But I am,' I whispered. 'I am a boy.'

'Just get out, I'm sick of your bullshit.'

'Please, I have just one wish and that is for you to call me a boy.'

'And then what? Then we call you a boy what you aren't.'

'Then I feel a bit more appreciated and happy.'

'Fine, we will call you a boy. Just know that we don't mean it in the slightest.'

I nodded slowly, feeling my heart crush completely. 'Can I invite Clay over once?'

'A faggot?'

I looked at my hands. 'I will bring him to my room immediately, he just asked me to see my house a few times.'

'I don't like having faggots in here.'

'He is just gay, I don't like that slur. Please, don't use it.'

'Fine, you invite him over, but I will kick him out if he acts too gay.'

'What is too gay?'

'Talking about boys, touching you or even worse. Wearing nail polish, wearing womanly clothes.'

'He likes nail polish, that's his choice.'

'That's disgusting.'

'Can I just invite him over once? Without having you comment on either him or me.'

'If I see him touching you, hear him talking about boys in a disgusting way or hear him making flirty comments to you, I will literally kick him out.'

'You can't do that,' I muttered. 'You know what, I won't invite him here. I just wanted to show him my house, but even that's apparently too much to ask for.'

My grandpa looked at my grandma shortly and nodded after. 'Fine, invite him. I just don't want to see him touching you.'

'Clay uh- has severe ADHD, please don't comment on it.'

'What behaviour should I think off when you say that?'

'Screaming and running around.'

'He can't scream or run around here.'

'He has ADHD, he needs to because he gets completely crazy otherwise. I will bring him to my room as fast as possible, I promise you. Maybe I will just show him the house and I will go outside again.' My voice cracked because I was holding back my tears and I walked to the door. 'I just wish to be accepted just as Clay's parents accept Clay.'

My grandparents didn't say anything and I closed the door behind me. I grabbed my phone to text Clay so he knew he could come over and I just waited alone outside. I felt so lonely, my parents and my grandparents hated me and they were the only ones who knew I was transgender, not even Clay did.

How much I liked Clay and how badly I wanted a relationship with him, I was also very scared. I would never get enough money for the operation I wanted to do and I would have to hide my body from Clay forever. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but I finally had someone who liked me. I didn't want to ruin that small spark of hope I had. I was sure he would leave me after I told him I was transgender and I had been born as a girl.

He was gay as hell as he always said himself, he wouldn't like me anymore after I came out. I was just hoping for some sort of saving, that someone would help me get enough money so I would never have to tell it anymore. Only I knew that saving would never come. I had no one to help me.

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