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Johnny always knew he was different than the other girls. While Sissy and the other girls in elementary school would play dress-up and tea party, he wanted nothing more than to play football and skateboard with the boys.
When Johnny learned what being transgender was, it was like he had finally found his place in the world. “Jeepers, Dukey! I’m a boy!”
The flame-haired boy first felt gender euphoria when he had looked through a book of male names and found his new name, “My name will be Johnny..,” he had whispered, “long gone are the days of being Jennifer.”
For a long time, Johnny cried himself to sleep at night, wishing he had been born a boy. The seemingly insatiable need to have a flat chest consumed him.
“Dukey,” Johnny cried to his dog one night, “I- I just wish I wasn’t eleven years old so I could have top surgery.” Then it hit him. “Dukey! I have genius sisters! Maybe they can give me top surgery!”
The flame-haired boy jumped from his bed, rushing into Susan and Mary’s bedroom.
“Jen– Johnny need surgery!” Susan and Mary woke up, perturbed by their little brother’s antics. “Dog, translate.” They said to Dukey.
“Johnny needs you to give him top surgery so he can live as a real boy.” Dukey explained.
“Alright, get into the lab.” Mary responded.
Johnny lied on the operating table in the lab; tears streamed down his face, finally he wouldn’t be a fake boy.
Susan and Mary walked in, ready to perform top surgery on their little brother.
His last thought before the anesthesia hit him was how happy he would be when he finally was free from his gross girl boobs.
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“Johnny! Johnny wake up!” Dukey shook him awake. "You’re done with top surgery, Johnny!”
“My- my chest is flat!” Johnny called out, “I’m a boy! I really am a boy!” He wanted to cry from joy but then he remembered that men are taught not to express any emotion, so he didn’t cry.
“Wait.. where’s Mary?” Johnny’s head spun around looking for his elder sister.
“Over hereee!” Mary called out. She walked into the lab, her knockers so big she could barely fit through the door.
“Wha- Mary? Why are your melons so ginormous?”
Susan scoffed. “What else were we going to do with your breast tissue? Throw it away?”
“You look great, sis!” Johnny called out, laughing as he ran out of the lab. Dukey, who had been staring especially hard at Mary, finally tore his gaze away and followed Johnny.
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Johnny had felt the freest he ever had now that he was post-op. He skateboarded all day and went swimming without his shirt on.
One day, after he had been called inside for dinner. He was sitting at the dining room table, eating his meatloaf. Ususally, especially pre-top surgery, Johnny had found meatloaf unbarable. But since he had the operation, Johnny found that everything in his life was more enjoyable.
“Jennifer,” His dad began, “was your chest always that flat?”
Johnny stopped chewing. His dad was a major transphobe. “What do you mean, Dad? I’m just wearing a sports bra.”
Now, Hugh wasn’t usually one to look at his children’s breast sizes but tonight his children were looking all wrong.
“And why is Mary’s chest so big? Alright, what’s going on here?”
“Dad, don’t get mad but we gave Joh- I mean- Jennifer top surgery and we put her breat tissue in Mary!” Susan confessed. Stupid Susan, couldn’t keep a secret for a minute under pressure.
“WHAATTT?” Hugh yelled.
“Susan, Mary! Give Jennifer her boobs back this instant!”
“But Dad!” Johnny cried out, “I’m the happiest and freest I’ve been in my whole life! Don’t you care about how I feel?”
“No, Jennifer. I think that once you’re an adult you’ll regret getting surgery and I’m an adult so obviously I know more than you.”
“Stupid fucking bitch.” Johnny mumbled under his breath.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Hugh was so thwarted by transphobia in that moment that his skin turned green and he transformed into an ugly ass dragon.
Johnny, being cool and transgender, ripped his shirt off and made a pink, blue, and white sword out of his support for the transgender community.
With his newfound transgender power, Johnny flew into the air and began attacking his dad. His dad breathed transphobic fire at Johnny, which smelled awful, but was no match for the power of trans rights.
“DIE, BITCH!” Johnny called out before forming a rocket launcher on his wrist and blasting a giant pink, blue, and white rocket at his father.
“Nooo, the bane of my existance, transgender people not hating themselves ahhhhhh” Hugh coughed out before taking his final breath and collapsing on the ground.
Johnny flew down from the ground, killing off his father by sticking his transgender sword into his throat.
Hugh shrivled up as he died, he died alone and sad (just like all transphobes).
“Johnny! You’re our hero!” Mary, Susan, and Dukey called out.
Johnny smiled as he remembered why he was so proud to be transgender.