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Jiro and I argued again. Not any surprise, really, since it was such a common occurrence. But this time, it felt worse. At random, he passed me a measuring tape, and told me to “measure my bust.”
“Um, no? Why do you want me to touch my breasts with this?!” I tossed the measuring tape on the floor. “You cisgender guys only get pleasure by being complete-”
“[redacted], that’s not IT!” Jiro yelled in retaliation. At that very moment, I realized I outed myself to Jiro. Yet for what reason did he want me to measure my chest?
I told neither of my brothers about my identity yet, but with Jiro finding out, I shouted “My…name…is…!” I couldn’t finish before I threw the measuring tape at his stupid face, and growled “GET OUT!” I slammed the door, loud enough for Ichi-nii to ask “[redacted]? Jiro? Are you alright?”
“Shut UP!” I suddenly heard footsteps approaching…dammit…
“I do not appreciate your attitude, young lady,” he scolded. Dysphoria flew at me in all directions. He didn’t know, but I was not a lady…I was a boy…however, I didn’t want to correct him.
“Yes, Ichi-nii,” I sighed. I was going to tell him about how I thought Jiro was being a complete pervert, yet I didn’t bother. I hid in my bed sheets as he left the room, having tears in my eyes.