Different But Unique

TW's:
-None really

George's POV

A few weeks had passed and today was my birthday. All these weeks I had stayed in Clay's house since my grandparents officially kicked me out once they realised I was going to get help for the surgery. I couldn't care less and I was really happy to be here with Clay.

Very early in the morning, I got woken up by someone screaming in my ear and I startled, sitting up.

'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GEORGIE,' Clay screamed and he shook me awake.

I smiled and Clay hugged me tightly, pressing kisses everywhere on my face. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COME. I HAVE PRESENTS.'

I couldn't get mad at him for waking me up this early and abruptly so I smiled as he grabbed my hand to pull me with him. I didn't even get a chance to shower or change clothes and he pushed me down on the couch. 'I HAVE PRESENTS.'

I giggled and Clay ran around. 'I WILL WAKE UP MY PARENTS.'

'Okay,' I said, smiling. Clay ran upstairs and I heard him scream at his parents to wake up. Ten minutes later we were all sitting downstairs and Clay was running around the whole time. He was really happy because it was my birthday and he ran to the fridge.

'COME,' he screamed at me and I smiled. I stood up and walked closer to him. He opened the fridge and he showed me a cake.

'I BAKED THIS WHEN YOU WERE AT SCHOOL, it took me two hours. I was distracted the whole time.'

'I'm proud of you,' I smiled, kissing his cheek.

'THANK YOU. I HAVE MORE.'

I giggled and Clay grabbed my hand. He pushed me down on the couch again and I grinned. He jumped next to me and gave me a letter. 'I was way too energetic to write a long letter, but it's SOMETHING!'

I held his hand and I opened the letter.

Hi Georgie,

I LOVE YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I feel like I even scream when I write so that's why it's so big. This isn't interesting at all, I love you. Happy eighteenth birthday.

Love Clay <3

I smiled and I hugged Clay. 'Thank you.'

'I HAVE MORE.'

'More?'

'YES.' He stood up and he ran to the table, coming back with a big envelope. He gave it to me and I opened it quickly. 'I wanted to write it down so it's official.'

I started reading and I felt tears coming up in my eyes.

"With this, I will pay for the surgery for you, as well as the removal of your scars. With that, I want to go shopping with you so you can choose all the beautiful clothes you want, I will pay all of it for you."

'Clay, you can't do this,' I whispered. 'This is all so expensive.'

'Yes, and you're my boyfriend. If I can donate hundreds of dollars to charity, I can easily do this for you too. We are going shopping today and tomorrow you have an appointment at the gender clinic. It might take a little for the surgery to take place, but it's going to happen.'

'I don't even know how I can thank you enough,' I whispered.

'You don't have to, you're my boyfriend and that's already enough.'

'But this is so much money. This might even be thirty thousand dollars.'

'It's for your happiness and then there's nothing too expensive.'

'I have to cry,' I whispered as tears started streaming down my face.

Clay hugged me tightly and he kissed me on my face softly. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, Clay. You saved me. I didn't even dare showering anymore, because I hated my body so much.'

'You're going to get surgery and you will feel comfortable again.'

'What can I do to pay you back? Is there anything I can do?'

'Yes, actually.'

'What can I do? I'll do anything for you.'

Clay smiled and he grabbed my hand. 'Do you want to live with us?'

'What?'

'Do you want to live with us until we are old enough to move out together?'

'Here? In this house? With you all?'

'Yes.'

I couldn't help myself anymore and I bursted into even more tears than before. 'How is this doing something back? This is making me so happy.'

'IT'S MAKING ME HAPPY TOO!' Clay yelled as he hugged me tightly.

I smiled as I looked at his parents. 'Is this actually serious?'

They nodded. 'We have a lot of rooms, but Clay wants you to be in his room clearly. We have everything you need, we can buy you anything you want and we will accept you in any way. If you want anything else to feel more comfortable with yourself, we will help you.'

'I SEARCHED IT UP, GEORGIE,' Clay screamed and he sat down next to me. 'You are going to have a surgery first so they can "make" the genital organ and then after that you will get another surgery to also make it work, if you get what I mean. You can also choose a surgery where it all happens at once, but that has some downsides.'

I nodded and smiled. 'I might be in a lot of pain.'

'I'm going to be with you,' Clay smiled. 'It would be best to do it on the summer vacation. Then we are free for weeks and you can recover. I can care for you then!'

I hugged Clay tightly and looked up at him. 'Would you not mind that it will never look like you expected it to look?'

'NO, I DON'T,' Clay yelled and he started rolling over the couch. 'I love youuuuu, not that. You're cute.'

I smiled and Clay rolled back to kiss my cheek. 'YOU'RE MY BOYFRIEND.'

'I am.'

'I ALMOST HAVE AN APPOINTMENT AT THE PSYCHIATRIST, I NEED DRUGS.'

I giggled and I kissed Clay's hair, but he was too energetic again. He stood up to run around and I walked to his parents.

'Thank you so much for all this, this means the world to me.'

'You made our son happy so we want to make you happy. You're a boy and we want you to feel like one as well. We love you like you're our son and if Clay would have been transgender, we would have helped him too.'

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