Vivienne
I sat on the stool, in the bathroom, my best friend Cynthia sitting beside me. She was telling me about her friend, Zoey, who was genderfluid, identifying as girl and boy. And about Zach, who went by girl pronouns even though his gender assigned at birth was a boy. Then, I though bout myself. Who was I? I was surely not a girl. I had no way to explain it, but deep down in my bones, I felt like a girl and a boy. Genderfluid. Like Zoey, explained Cynthia. I sighed. Cynthia had not told her family she did not feel like girl or boy yet, but went by girl names. Read Backward :: Vivienne ‖ pt 1 ‖ Who Am I? | Tapas Novels. I guess I would wait unntil the family meeting on the weekend. But would they accept me? My Catholic parents vere VERY strict. I was not sure, so I just went for the weekend, waiting until it was time to tell.
I sat on the stool, in the bathroom, my best friend Cynthia sitting beside me. She was telling me about her friend, Zoey, who was genderfluid, identifying as girl and boy. And about Zach, who went by girl pronouns even though his gender assigned at birth was a boy. Then, I though bout myself. Who was I? I was surely not a girl. I had no way to explain it, but deep down in my bones, I felt like a girl and a boy. Genderfluid. Like Zoey, explained Cynthia. I sighed. Cynthia had not told her family she did not feel like girl or boy yet, but went by girl names. Read Backward :: Vivienne ‖ pt 1 ‖ Who Am I? | Tapas Novels. I guess I would wait unntil the family meeting on the weekend. But would they accept me? My Catholic parents vere VERY strict. I was not sure, so I just went for the weekend, waiting until it was time to tell.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
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