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Camellia: Finally, we’re here!

Folly: Don’t get too excited Cam, this isn’t going to happen overnight.

Camellia: I know, there are a ton of pre-op appointments. But I’m just happy that things are finally moving forward.

Folly: And I’m happy to help you along the way. Besides I was getting tired of Melonburg. It’s nice to get some vacation time.

We talked for what felt like the entire day. There was different opinions from both of them, Papa Gum seemed to have the most trouble with it. Maybe since I was in his belly or something. Whatever the case, he took the most convincing. Finally they agreed, but only if one of my brothers or sisters came with me, and I called to update they every step of the way. I was more than ready to do this.

Wisteria: I don’t know Cam, that’s a huge step. You’re still growing, and still in school. Recovery is going to take a long time…

Cam: I talked about it with my guidance counselor dad, she said they can give me time off for it. Since it’s a medical procedure.

Bubblegum: What if… what if you change your mind Cam. You can’t reverse this!

Cam: What! I won’t change my mind! If I had I would have stopped taking T a long time ago. Please, I want to do this!

Cam: Dads, can I talk to you for a minute? It’s important.

Wisteria: Of course Cam honey, what’s up?

Cam: Well… you know how you were so open when I told you how I felt all those years ago? 

It was so difficult to get it out. Not only was I going to be far away from them, but I’d be having surgery. Something I was sure would freak them out.

Bubblegum: Okay, you’re worrying me now. What is it?

Wisteria: Whatever it is, I’m sure we can handle it.

Cam: Well… I want to go to Peanut Brittlebay and… and get SRS. I know the T was enough for a while but I feel like I’m not me yet. 

Bubblegum: SRS, what–

Cam: Dad… don’t make me say it… sigh Sexual Reassignment Surgery. It’s perfectly safe, and the doctors there have done it loads of times!

I started feeling like maybe I was broken, but not in the way they thought. The T did the job it needed to for the most part. My jaw line was definitely more masculine, my voice was even deeper. But despite that I still felt dysphoria. Maybe if I took it a step further… maybe I would feel better about myself. Maybe then people would stop seeing me as how they thought I should be and start understanding that this was who I was.

But I wasn’t only doing it for them. I wanted to do it for me. I wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin. The problem was, Melonburg didn’t have any sort of procedures for that. Transgender people weren’t uncommon, but most towns in Sugar Valley didn’t have the advancements yet I guess. So the only way I would be able to do this was to take a trip to Peanut Brittlebay. They did that sort of thing all the time. Now my new problem would be, convincing my parents to let me do it…

Oak: Can you believe her Punch? She’s fully in denial about her own gender. 

Punch: Maybe she belongs in a mental hospital instead of our school. A shrink will definitely fix her.

More of her friends started showing up. One by one. As if she sent out a mass text to everyone she knew. I wanted to run away but I also didn’t want to seem like I was a coward. I didn’t need a shrink. I wasn’t broken. Why could there sims not understand?

I was walking home from school when one of the girls from my class spotted me. I wasn’t in the greatest moods already, which was probably why she started shouting things at me. Maybe she could tell I was vulnerable or something. But it definitely didn’t help.

Oak: Hey tomboy. Why can’t you be normal!?

I got that a lot. As if being transgender wasn’t normal. Being born a female was what was abnormal. It wasn’t right. I was meant to be male. But a lot of the kids at school couldn’t understand that.

Oak: I mean, seriously. I think everyone is tired of putting up with calling you something you aren’t. Give it a rest.

I’d like to tell you that everything got better once I started taking T. But… well I guess for a while it did. When I was still young. Dads insisted I change schools so that I could completely start over, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be me, just the right me. It took the kids there some time to get used to it. And when they did it was great. But I isn’t there that saying, that when things are really good, the world tries to rebalance by suddenly making everything really bad?

Shortly after my sisters moved out, I entered high school. And let me tell you, it was not at all as open minded as elementary was…