Prodigal

~2.12~

Well…I was right. Dad was PISSED OFF when he got the bill from the doctor’s office and saw that I was on hormones.

And any confidence I may had gained that day in the mall was fading. This confidence definitely comes and goes.

“Why do you have to do this?” He asked. “Why can’t you just wait a little longer?”

“Because I don’t want to deal with any more testosterone.” I explained. “I don’t want to become more masculine.”

“How do you know it’s not a phase?” He asked.

That question really upset me.

“Really?” I asked. “You’re still doubting everything I tell you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I tell you I’m asexual, you say I’ll grow out of it. I tell you I’m transgender, you tell me it’s a phase.”

“You’re making permanent decisions and you’re not 100% sure. How do you know you won’t wake up in a year and want to be a boy again?”

“Because I’ve dealt with this my whole life!” I screeched. “And I never told anyone because I was scared and apparently for good reason!”

“That’s not fair.”

“Then explain to me how it’s not fair!”

“I have reporters constantly around me, asking me how I feel about loosing my son. What the hell am I supposed to say to that, Emmett?”

“My name’s Emelia.” I corrected.

“I named you Emmett.” Dad said. “Your name is Emmett. That's the name I gave you."

“I’m so done with you right now.” I said as I walked into my room and slammed the door.

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