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Your name is DO- no. You swear to god the next person to call you Dove will have a sword up their ass.
Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you have been cursed with a female body.
You would never admit this to either of your older brothers though.
You think they know about it anyway though.
You see, when you were about 5 you came home from kindergarden and refused to answer to your name, you said that your name was Dave.
Everyone went along with it up until first grade and then you were forced into the girl sterotypes again. You never were a normal one though.
Your favorite color has and probably always will be red. You wanted to be a time traveler not a princess.
You still think time jumping would be cool though.
Okay enough of that past story shit.
Your kinda in a pickle right now.
Really shouldn't be thinking about that shit when you're gasping for air quietly in class.
Maybe you should go to the nurse.
The thought doesn't cross your mind though as you scratch at the ace bandages under your shirt.
You admit, it's not the smartest move to use the bandage but to you that didn't really matter.
What mattered at the moment was you couldn't breathe.
Lucky for you someone notices and is quick to raise a hand.
"Yes Miss Boatwright?" The teacher asked the girl who seemed to be panicking slightly.
"Dave can't breathe!" She said quickly.
Dave kinda stuck to you as a nickname and that's what everyone knew you as.
The teacher acted quickly, thankfully he was one of the nicer teachers and was kneeling next to your desk in a second.
"Dave what's wrong?" The teacher asked.
You didn't respond.
"Do you have any kind of past breathing problems?" You shake your head at him.
"Asthma?" Another shake of the head. "Okay, I'm taking you to the nurses office." The teacher picked you up.
Almost as if you weighed nothing and headed off to said office.
He sits you on the cool metal bed thingie as the nurse asks then leaves.
You scratch at your chest, trying to give some hint to the nurse what was wrong.
The nurse notices and is gripping the hem of your shirt in a second.
"Is it something with your chest that's under your shirt?" She asked. You nod.
"Can I take the shirt off?" You nod again and sit up slightly as she slips it over your head.
You really didn't think about her finding out.
Maybe due to the lack of oxygen flow to your brain was why you didn't think of it.
You only have enough time to register a gasp before you pass out.
When you come to the nurse is sitting next to you. She doesn't notice your awake and you stay silent, intent on keeping it that way.
You stay silent and almost fall back into sleep until the door opens and you hear your Bro's voice.
You stay pretending to sleep though as you listen to the conversion that was happening.
"Where's Dove?" You could hear the worry in his voice, you expected his face was contorted in worry as well despite his normal poker face.
"She's sleeping mister Strider." The nurse moved from your side and you really didn't mind all that much, you really just wanted to hear how she would explain the binding and everything to him.
luckily for you she sat him down right next to you so he was calm as she spoke.
"Mister Strider are you aware of the term transgender?" No was your first thought, you knew Bro probably had no clue and when the nurse sighed you assumed he had shaken his head.
"It's very common so I wonder why you haven't, but I believe this is what's up with Dave."
"Dove." Bro corrected.
"I believe he would rather be called Dave, seeing as that is who he has everyone address him as." Bro sighed heavily. "It's really not his fault mister Strider, and I really hope you don't blame him." She sighed softly.
"It's a case of gender dysphoria, also known as gender identity disorder. It's more or less a mental disorder, hence why there is a name for it." The nurse moved a bit, it sounded as if she was opening a notebook by the sound of paper. "I'm gonna give you a few websites and a website to get him a proper binder so this doesn't happen again." The sound of a pen writing filled the room as she continued.
"He'll need to rest so I'm gonna write him an excuse note for the rest of the week." She spoke with a sweet and calming voice.
"And even if you aren't supportive of him being this way please get him a binder, he's gonna have really bad lung problems if he continues with ace bandages." You finally gently open your eyes, just in time to see Bro nod and take the paper. You shut them again before either of them notice though and soon you feel Bro picking you up.
"Let's go home little man." He said quietly to you, thanking the nurse before leaving the school.