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It was good to know that she was… at least accepting of what I was. I was a man through and through, but I still lacked what I should have been born with that would have made me a man in the eyes of the world. As it was, I was lacking. “I am, but it’s really just a show. Sometimes I feel like an actor, more than a baller.”
“Why do you act like someone else?” I asked, curious as we got further from the crowd and closer to a set of rocks near the ocean. “Are you afraid to be yourself?” Talking to him felt effortless. Like I’d always just done it.
"It's not so much being afraid," I admitted, "more so just trying to fit in with my friends." I sighed heavily. "If I tell you something, you promise not to tell anyone." Not that I believed she would, but I still didn't come right out with it with most people. "I wasn't born like this. I'm afab." I paused, "Assigned female at birth." Wincing, I continued, "It's not something I really want people knowing. I'm just me, you know, I don't want people looking at me and thinking ... all the things they think about transgender people."



















