Prodigal

~2.10~

“I didn’t choose this.” I calmly clarified. “You think I’m enjoying this? This sucks.”

"This is so hard." Dad responded.

"Yes, this is hard. Hard for me. I really don't understand why it's hard for you." I shot back.

I decided that it wasn’t the best time to ask for a new set of hormones and decided to just call it a night.

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It had been a couple weeks of just being Emelia around the house, and being Emmett the few times I left the house. I then decided it was time to go out, be out, in public.

Walking out of the house as Emelia took more guts than I ever thought I’d be able to muster. I was there with Sarah right by my side. I felt like everyone was staring at me and judging me. It was after that day in the mall that I got a flood of tweets asking me if I’m trans now.

Sarah was the one that suggested I simply tell the truth on Twitter and “come out” on there. I took her advice.

I received some mixed responses, but there was a surprising amount of positivity.

I could tell that in a way, Dad was trying to be supportive, but he was also upset that I took the initiative to come out on Twitter.

Online, I saw a celebrity news article that showed me, as Emelia, out in public. It titled: Emmett is now Emelia, How does Luke feel about trading in a son for a daughter?

Bitches.

One of the trashiest magazines ever, Enquire Australia, asked for me to come in for a cover photo-shoot. Dad said no way.

In fact, he could still barely look at me.

To all those people that promise LGBTQ+ kids that ‘it gets better,’ I want to ask, when does this “getting better” happen?

Notes

Story update:
-I hit writer's block for "Icing on the Cake." I have a new idea, however it is a really big idea that is going to lead us to the end. It will still be a while until the end, but the story idea I have is complex so it will take some time to plan, outline, and write.
(Side note: It's going to hit really hard, sensitive topics.)