Enjoy a story about my persona, Felix! Constructive criticism welcome! Part 2 soon to come!
Chapter 1- Intro to... well, me.
So. If you clicked this, you’re probably interested in who I am. My name is Felix Namir, and until I turned twelve, I used to be a female by the name of Kefira.
I’m a pretty normal guy, otherwise. But like everyone, I’m unique in my own way. I’m double-jointed. I love to play the guitar. I’d wear a sweatshirt over a suit-and-tie any day. I like doing yoga. I have a older sister, with whom I have a complicated relationship with. I am of middle-eastern heritage. I wear glasses, and I am a proud neek. It’s my made-up word for a nerd and a geek combined. I have both of my parents with me, I don’t have one of those sad orphanage stories.
Yeah, I know, you probably want to know about the whole “being trans” thing. Well, if that’s the only reason you read this far, I apologize, friend, because I’m not writing this whole story about just that.
I look in the mirror and I see a rather short and scrawny boy—I’ve always been like this. I have black, messy, shaggy hair, and, as my mother would say, jade-green eyes. Everyone would think that, being of middle-eastern heritage, I’d have pretty tan skin, but my skin is ivory. I’m wearing black, square glasses, well, today, anyway. I’m pretty average-looking. My eyes are my only noticeable feature. I like my eyes. They’re the only part of me that hasn’t felt like they’ve changed.
I pet my cat, Moony, who, in return, purrs. He has a black, sleek, short, glossy coat, and green eyes, similar to mine. We adopted him the moment he was born. He’s seven years old, now, which is apparently quite old for a cat. I scoop him up in my arms and put him on my bed.
I hear someone talking, loudly and confidently, as if giving a speech. That’s Lionel, my sister, who is apparently arguing with my parents. I still have to tell you about her, don’t I?
Chapter 2- Lionel
Like I said, I don’t have a good relationship with Lionel. When we were younger (A.K.A. When I was in a female body), we were basically inseparable. We did literally everything together, even though we’re six years apart. I’m 16 right now, which would make her 22. She’s in college, obviously. Anyway, like I said, we used to be really close. It all changed when I was twelve. Lionel had just started college. She’d decided she wasn’t going to stay in the college dorms before she’d even started to go to the university. It was that summer that my whole life would change.
On July 2nd, I decided I was going to be male (I was Female before). Now, skip to after all of that drama, to when I was finally in the correct body I was supposed to be in. That was the day before Lionel started college. It was very awkward, I remember. My parents were trying to comfort me. Lionel, however, wasn’t. That day, I remember trying to talk to her, but she would just make an excuse to leave me. I was so confused. I was even more perplexed, saddened, and angered at the same time when she announced that she will be staying in the college dorms. I wasn’t able to sleep that night. Why would she do this? Did I upset her by choosing to be who I really am meant to be? What did I do wrong to make her leave her younger sibling, when she and I had been so close? I must admit, I cried more than I ever thought I would. Through all of that crying, I finally realized something— that Lionel is no longer the sister I thought she was. You may even say she’s not my sister at all—not anymore.
About 2 years later, Lionel came back to visit us. I, of course, gave her the silent treatment that she gave me. But the weird part was, she was actually trying to talk to me. I did the same thing she did to me— I found excuses to not talk to her. One day, she came into my room. “Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t have any patience for her. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me, and she was holding a picture of her, being hugged by a girl with straight, long, glossy brown hair. She had freckles all over her face and she wore deep purple glasses. “She’s pretty, isn’t she? Her name’s Violet.” She whispered into my ear. There was a quiet, uncomfortable pause. Then, Lionel finally whispered, “She’s my girlfriend.” There was another pause, this one more uncomfortable than the last. Then, I finally burst. “Is this why you’re suddenly talking to me now?!” I shouted at her, outraged.
“Because you’re lesbian? Because you think we’re both queer, and that means everything can be the way it was?!” I shrieked. I pushed her off and stared into her shocked, olive green eyes. “You think you can just leave me for two years, then suddenly come back and you expect me to forgive you, just because of your stupid girlfriend?” I spat. I felt tears trickling down my face, and I could tell she was holding back tears as well. But I didn’t care. “Felix— I— I didn’t—“ I stormed out of the room before she’d finished.
End Part 1