Chapter OneA Chapter by imfucking-in-an-elevatorCHAPTER 1 As Luca stepped in front of the mirror, she knew she’d never go by that name again, she just couldn’t. She was going by Lucas now, she had decided, along with wearing her binder, everyday. She didn’t care if people judged her. If binding and going by a male name was what she had to do to feel comfortable, then so be it. And she really needed to stop calling herself by female pronouns. He would go by Lucas, He would wear his binder. There we go. Male, male, male. Anyway, enough third person talking. As you can probably tell, my name is Lucas, Lucas St. Union to be precise. Well, technically it’s Luca St. Union, but I don’t go by that anymore. My name is now Lucas, and I’m a proud Trans, Female to Male, or FTM. You may be wondering why I’m talking to like this, but I really need to tell someone my story. It has a lot of ups and downs, but in the end, it all works out I guess, in a way. So this all started 3 years ago, I think. Ever since I was little, I’ve always been sort of a tomboy, always hanging with the boys, never wearing skirts or dresses. Well, when I was twelve and a half, I realized I was gay, in the sense that I was sexually, or as sexually as a 12 year old can be, attracted to other girls. When I was 14 I realized I’d never really fit in with the girls, and at 16, I came out as Trans. This seems like a lot in 4 years, I know. But those for years were probably the most eventful in my life. You see when I was 13, my parents got divorced. It sucked, really bad. The first 8 months, I lived with my mom, seeing my dad on weekends. It was okay, I guess, but it didn’t really work out very well. That ended and I rarely saw my dad. Then I gave in. Enough was enough and I missed my goddamn dad! So I talked to him, and I moved in. It came as a huge surprise to my mom, but I didn’t care, I didn’t like her that much anyway. When I moved in, all was fine at first, but when I came out to my dad, he freaked. He told me I was way too young to be making those kinds of decisions. That surprised me, I always took my dad for one of the most accepting people in the world, he wasn’t racist, he wasn’t sexist, and he definitely didn’t appear to be a homophobe. But boy was I wrong about the last one. He hated gays, with a passion. Don’t ask why because I don’t know, but boy does he hate them. I really expected more from my father, but I guess I was wrong. He was just a shallow old man who believes 2 men or 2 women sleeping together is a sin. Whatever, it’s not like he had to know, right? So I just dropped it and he forgot in about a month. I didn’t care; he didn’t have to know if I was ever dating a girl. So we moved on from that and things went back to being pretty normal. I didn’t have any issues hiding my dating. I once dated this girl named Maddie. She was really cute, and she was bi, score one for Luca. See, this was all before I changed my name. I still was a girl on the inside, just a really big tomboy. But we dated for like two and a half months. It was pretty awesome, until she cheated on me with a dude. Worst day of my life for sure. But anyway, I kept my gayness from my dad and all was fine. © 2012 imfucking-in-an-elevatorAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 18, 2012 Last Updated on January 18, 2012 Authorimfucking-in-an-elevatorWonderland, WAAbouti'm leon. genderfluid. 16. generally a bad kid. more..Writing
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