Story #2124

When I came out, I was barely 6 years old. I’m being serious! I had been wearing boy clothes, and calling myself a boy, and Spencer. Finally, I went up to my mom and told her that I was a boy. She laughed me off. It took another two years before I tried again. I had still worn boy clothes and called myself Spencer, and she still laughed me off. My friends, however, hadn’t, and neither had my teachers. It took me 3 more years before my mom finally got sick of it. I live with my dad now. I’ve been on hormone therapy for a year, and next year I’m supposed to get top surgery. I’m sad it didn’t work out with my mom, and honestly, kinda depressed that I haven’t seen her for 6 years, but I’ll live. I’m just happy I get to be who I’ve always been: a boy. (M/17/FtM)