Baggy Shirts- America x FTM!ReaderChoosing clothes is a kind of art. Selecting colours that suit your appearance, cuts that either emphasize or hide parts of your body to your tastes, choosing something that reflects who you are, that means you don’t blend into a group of people and become simply one of them, like a Borg drone to its Cube. And it’s even harder when you need to do things with clothes that few others would even consider an issue, just so you can avoid feelings of disgust about your own body.Baggy Shirts- America x FTM!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction
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“Fucking tits”, you murmured, staring sideways into the mirror. The sports bras did depressingly little to flatten out your chest, even with three layered on top of one another. But there was no way in hell you could afford a binder, so for now this was the best you could do. Besides, if you wore baggy enough t-shirts, maybe people would ignore your, you know, ‘assets’. Your glare at your reflection eventually settled on the offending region on your body and you felt that little tw
Breaking the Rules- FTM!Reader x PolandBreaking the Rules- FTM!Reader x Poland2 years ago in General Fiction
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You'd harboured a grudge against Felix for a long time. Not for the same reason as the other students did, nudging each other when he passed by, glaring at him with utter disgust, mouthing that three letter word to each other behind his back. No, you weren't a homophobe, by any means. Your grudge against Felix was one of jealousy. Because he seemed free and happy to wear a uniform he felt comfortable in, while you were forced to wear the wrong one. The girl's one.
You had no idea when you first realised you were a boy; it had never seemed to matter when you were a child. Your parents had been pretty liberal about who and what you played with back then, even if they had little patience when you corrected them for saying 'she'. But since you started Secondary, it had mattered so, so much. Your body had started to change, to form itself into the shape of somebody you weren't. Outside of school, you took to wearing baggy shirts to hide your body, cutting your hair short and r
Frozen Night- Male!Ukraine x FTM!ReaderFrozen Night- Male!Ukraine x FTM!Reader2 years ago in Drama
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They kicked you out that night. Kicked you out into the cold, snow covered streets, with only a thin coat to protect yourself from the cold. This was what you had feared for so long, feared more than anything else. But you'd told yourself that they'd never do something like that; that they were more liberal than that, that they'd always said they'd love you no matter what. And so, finally, you'd found the courage to tell them. Turns out, you can never trust what people say when they think nothing can go wrong. They can have massive face turns when anything happens to anybody near them. And for all their talk about them not caring who you were, telling you it would be fine if you were gay or bi or whatever, they'd reacted so differently to this. Acted so differently when you finally told them you were a boy.
In a way, you wouldn't have blamed them for being shocked. You'd managed to hide it so well for years, terrified of what would happen if she found out. She- that shadow that hovered
FTM Story part 2"What are you doing in the boys' locker room, Grace?" Gordon said as I left my bathroom stall in the gym locker room one day.FTM Story part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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I shrugged and said "I'm a guy too, Gordon."
"What are you talking about? You're a girl! You can't be in here!" He said loudly.
"Well I'm too much of a guy for them to make me use the girls', so Coach put me in here. I'm trans Gordon. I feel like a boy, I look like a boy, and I act like a boy, so I'm just as much a boy as everyone else in here. If you don't like it, talk to Coach."
"You're crazy! You think you're a guy but-"
"Oh, leave him alone Gordon." A cute boy I didn't know stepped in. He was tall and had slate blue-grey hair. "They wouldn't have let him in here if he wasn't a guy."
I gave a small smile of appreciation to the guy who'd spoken up, but found that he wasn't there anymore.
"Whatever. Just don't be watching me, freak." He said, and left the room.
The Gym class was fine, and Gordon seemed to avoid me, which I didn't mind at all. We played basketb