James' POV

"No Tommy, you don't draw a straight line for a stem." I instruct Thomas, pointing at the piece of paper in front of him. Thomas rolls his eyes and flips his pencil over to erase what he had drawn.

"I can't help that my drawings are stick figures." He complains. I giggle and look down back at my paper, shading in my flower. We were both sitting on my bed, the Saturday sun glowing brightly in through the curtains. Creeping unevenly across the bed. I was facing the window, and Thomas was facing me. His back facing the window. One earbud was in my ear, listening to Halsey, 'Sorry'. I was humming along with the song peacefully as I drew. I couldn't help but notice Thomas staring at me. I look up at him, his hand was holding up his face. His elbow resting on his knee, he was sitting Indian style. I tilt my head.

"What?" I ask him, confused about his staring. He sighs lovingly. He looked lovestruck.

"Just look at you and all of your beauty." He comments. I feel my face heat up as I giggle.

"I'm not beautiful." I argue, crossing my arms over my chest. I raise an eyebrow with a smirk on my face. He put a hand over his chest, pretending to be offended.

"Excuse me?? You're so cute and sweet I just can't!" He tells me. I giggle once again and peck his lips gently. I pull away from him, but he quickly pulls me in another kiss. I smile into it and kiss back, sitting up on my knees now. I feel his hands being placed on my hips, and I sling my arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss. I giggle and pull away, hearing my ringtone in my ear from my earbud. I pull away from him, leaving him with a disappointed look on his face. I hold up a finger, telling him to give me a second. I walk out of the room and click the button on my headphones to answer.

John

James

"Hello?"

"Hey James. How's it going?"

"It's going well, I'm just hanging out with Thomas."

"That's good. I wanted to know if you guys wanted to meet up soon? We all need to hang out. And it's kind of an excuse of Alexander to stop over-working himself. Again."

"Of course! I'll ask Thomas if he wants to come."

"Great! Thank you so much. Just one more thing James..."

"Yeah?"

"When are you going to tell him?"

"What do you mean?"

"When are you going to tell Thomas that you're trans?"

"H-how? Who told you that..?" -James whispered

"James... I know what people are thinking.. don't be ashamed of who you are. You should tell Thomas though.."

"I'm scared.."

"It's only going to hurt him if you don't tell him for awhile or he finds out himself. That will harm both of you. I've got to go... I'll see you later James..."

With that he hung up. I sighed and walked back into the room.

"Hey babe, John-.." he cuts me off.

"What is this?" Thomas says. I freeze, my eyes widening.

Thomas' POV

James left the room to answer his call, leaving me sitting on his bed with a pout on my face. I sighed and stood up. He wouldn't mind if I looked around his room a bit would he..? I look around, drawings, flowers, photos, jewelry, a box under the bed, more flowers. Wait, what's that?

He had it under the bed for a reason.. maybe it's old pictures or something. I make sure he isn't coming, and sit on my knees. I pull the brown box out from under his bed and gently open it up. Red wrapping covers the inside. I can't help myself. I take the red wrapping off, and my eyes go wide. I see a tan and brown binder. One containing more stains than the other. The tanner one looked new... along with black and brown sports bras and a box of pads. Why did he have this..? I set the lid down, but see some writing on the inside. I look at it.

'This box belongs to Jasmine Kayne Madison'

Was written in sloppy handwriting. Under it was;

"Correction, James Kayne Madison.'

He's trans...

My boyfriend... should I even call him that..?

Is trans.

I pick up the two sports bras, and stand up.

"Hey babe, John-.." I cut him off.

"What is this?"

James' POV

"I-um.. it's for a friend?" I tell him but it comes out as more of a question. I throws my bras down.

"So you keep on lying to me more huh? 'This box belongs to Jasmine Kayne Madison'! Seriously??" He shouts. I flinch.

"I can explain... I-."

"Save it." He stomps out of my room, pushing me out of the way In the process.

"Goodbye, Jasmine." He says, before slamming the door shut and leaving. I stay frozen. My eyes begin to burn and I feel a hot tear run down my face. I cover my mouth with my hands and drop to my knees. I look towards my room, my vision blurred. I see the bras that he threw down. I get up shakily and grab them, going into bathroom, closing the door behind me. I take off my shirt quickly, seeing my binder. I growl at myself and take my binder off. I put on my sports bra. I look at my ugly reflection in the mirror. I feel my phone buzz.

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I growl and throw my phone onto my bed. I go to the other side of the bed and grab another box.

'Jasmine's Box'

I open it and pull out a bright pink shirt and leggings. I sigh and go into the bathroom to put it on. I look at myself in the mirror and almost gag at how disgusting I am.

This is me...

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I grab a bottle with green liquid in it and put some on the scalp of my hair. My hair slowly grows out to shoulder length. I look at myself in the mirror... and almost cry.

But this is me.

This is how I was born.

I am Jasmine.

I go out of the bathroom and grab makeup from the box. I put on light eyeshadow and blush and lipgloss. I move some of my long hair from my face and look in the mirror for a final look.

"Woah..." I mumble. I look at my hair and my chest... this isn't James.. it took me about and hour or maybe even longer.

This is me.

I go in my room and pick up the phone.

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With that I put the phone in my pocket and grab my books to leave for my classes. They didn't start this morning because a teachers meeting. I go to leave, but something prevents me to. I look back and see the necklace Thomas got me on my dresser... my eyebrows furrow and I grab the necklace and stuff it into my nightstand. I look at the pictures I also had in my Jasmine/James box... I grab one of Thomas and I, Thomas was kissing my cheek. A single tear runs down my face and drops onto the photo. I tear the photo in half and leave with my bag. I earn confused glances as I walk down the hallway, and to the elevator.

Thomas' POV

I tell Lafayette what happened.

He slaps me.

"Ow! What was that for??" I ask, covering my face where his hand hit me. Hercules and Alex were on the couch with John trying to comfort him. He started sobbing awhile ago.

"BECAUSE OF YOUR REACTION TO FIGURING IT OUT!" Laf screams at me I sigh and roll my eyes.

"She didn't tell me! How was I supposed to react!?" I shout back. Suddenly John shoots his head up and looks at me.

"James is a He! You bastard!" He yells at me. The room falls silent except for John's angry huffs. He's never like this... he's always calm. John gets up from the couch and walks towards me while ranting.

"Do you know how hard it was for him to keep it secret and for him to make his transformation??? He went through hell and back! It was so terrible! Why would you do that?? He was terrified to tell you because he was afraid that this would happen! It takes people time to tell them they're trans! Especially from other negative reactions like Reynolds! You don't even know what he was feeling you son of a bitch! You just walked right out! He wanted to tell you but do you know how hard it is to tell someone you love that you're trans?? NO!" He finishes, panting angrily. We all stay silent.

"I'm sorry my reaction was negative, but can you blame me? If he loved me why wouldn't he tell me? He's trans." I say, almost afraid to talk. John glares at me and puts a hand over his chest.

"I'M TRANS! It took me years to even come out to Alex!" He shouts, more tears running down his face. After awhile he sighs and rubs his temples.

"I'm going to class." He says and grabs his stuff and walks out, slamming the door behind him. What did I do..?

James' POV.

I walk down the sidewalk, going to the main building. I suddenly hear a gasp from behind me. I turn my head and see my sisters there. Eliza's mouth wide open, Angie looked terrified, and Peggy was covering her mouth with her hands.

"H-hi.." I greet them, with a small wave. Peggy runs away crying, Eliza following her. Angie looks at me, unimpressed.

"This isn't you..." she says before walking after her sisters. I sigh and turn to walk into the building. Only to be greeted to with the face of Reynolds' face. He looks me up and down confused.

"Finally commuting to who you are? Huh?" He asked, crossing his arms. I nodded, looking down awkwardly. Reynolds just stood there, lookin at me. He scoffed.

"This is your way of insulting me?" He spat. I look up at him confused.

"No! I-.."

"Let's settle this. Weehawken Hill. We'll fight. Magic only, no weapons." He says. I hear footsteps coming up from behind me. I look up at Reynolds with a cold glare. I feel my arm and eyes burn. I throw my hand forward and he gets pushed back far, running into a few other students.

"Game on..."