saw a post that was like "oh the Addams Family would 100% accept a trans child!" and honestly i agree, for sure, but i don't think that "acceptance" is the only thing they'd do.
it would be a severe under-approximation of how much the Addams embraced differences to say that they would only have accepted their trans child, because i'm absolutely certain that the Addams would throw a goddamn party for this child.
i mean, imagine this. you grew up in the Addams household, and maybe they weren't perfect. maybe they didn't know much better than to call you by the pronouns associated with your assigned gender at birth. but look- Debbie was a sloppy pastel mess of a serial killer but your family had been ready to love and love her forever if she had only let them, Margaret was and still is pink and frilly, but she married Cousin Itt, who somehow exists by the way, while nobody in your family questions how or why you are related. and sure, you don't really fit in at school, but that seems more like an "everyone else" problem more than a you problem.
but something else about you seemed a little weird to you, it always had. even for your family who you already know is (wondrously) different from everyone else, but you always felt like even you were different in a way that the other members of your family wasn't.
Uncle Fester makes a comment one day about how he wasn't particularly one or the other kind of sexuality or gender and the family nods along, and cheer for him when he professes to be in love with the Moon. something in you clicks. but you're not quite sure what.
"Mother," you ask Morticia one day, "what did Uncle Fester mean when he says he's not one particular gender or the other?"
"It means he is your Uncle Fester, dear." she replies without hesitation, continuing to spritz the poison ivy with water. you nod and wander off to find your siblings. something in you clicks again, but you're not quite sure what.
in school, the other kids are mean but your sister Wednesday is meaner. you both set fire to the football uniform of one of your biggest bullies- the rich boy who got away with everything because daddy could pay his way out- for calling you and her a "freaky goth bitch" and "what even are you anyway" and to "make up your mind," which ended with a slur, which was the breaking point for the both of you.
he is laughed out of that school for his shrieking, petty response to being hosed down by a faculty staff with a fire extinguisher, and you sit on a tree with her, enjoying an entire block of cheese.
"What does that word he called me mean?" you ask.
"It's a slur." she says, aiming her crossbow at a nearby student. "It means his brain is too small to grasp the concept of a transgender person."
something in you clicks again.
"What's a transgender person?"
"A person who was assigned one gender at birth but is actually the other."
"... That's so awesome." you say, and Wednesday fires her crossbow, barely missing the student. "I didn't know anyone could do that."
"Well, I was assigned female, but tomorrow's a new day." She said, loading another arrow. "Should I aim at Chester who tried to kiss June while intoxicated or Michael who's currently cheating on Alisha with Paula?"
when you return home, you have a new word. and some news. you plan it in your head, wanting the words to be right.
"Family, I have an announcement." you say, standing up and clinking your glass with a knife. everyone turns to you with eyes that have always been kind to you and who've loved you, and everyone around you, with everything they had. you are safe here. you know that. but it doesn't make the telling any less difficult.
"So, I'm transgender." you say, as matter-of-factly as you can. "I learned that word today but I realise that I always have been. Please use these new pronouns with me."
your mother and father gasp, absolutely delighted, their smiles growing wider and wider, in rapt applause, your uncle cheers, Pugsley sets off a firework that he pulled out of ancestor-knows-where, your grandma was hollering "i knew it! i knew it!" and doing a little jig (as much as her old bones would let her, anyway), and Wednesday was clapping more vigorously than she normally would. you can barely contain your grin.
the next day, there is a party. the entire family is gathered, and you are gifted new clothes, your new name is unraveled in a long red banner, dancing went on all through the night and cake was had. all is right in the world.
after all, who are the Addams if not the parts of them that make them unique?
you are an Addams. and that, if nothing else, is all you ever need to be.
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