I was crying loudly as I heard someone knock on the door. It was my brother I assumed and I softly hummed. My brother opened the door and closed it behind me as he sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. 'You're beautiful, George. I love you.'

I wanted to answer as I heard someone else knock on the door. 'Sweetie, can I come in?' It was my mother's voice and I looked at my brother.

'She's not mad at you, talk to her.'

I nodded slowly and let my mum enter. She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.

'I'm so sorry, mum. I'm sorry for dressing up like this, I'm sorry for wearing makeup and liking boys. I will immediately pull this off and wear my sweats and shirts again. I know I'm disgusting and weird, I will take the makeup off too.'

I stood up to walk away, but my mum grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a hug. 'I don't mind, George. Can you tell me a bit more about it? I want to understand you.'

I looked at my hands as I sniffed softly and looked back up. 'I'm gender fluid and my gender changes with the day. When I dress up like this, I feel like a girl and I'm confident about myself. At other moments I feel like a boy or non-binary. I also like boys and-.' I bursted into tears and my mum smiled.

'Stand up for me.'

I stood up, trying to hide my dress a little and I looked down to hide my face. My mum lifted my face up under my chin and grabbed my hands. 'I never expected this, but you look amazing, sweetie.'

I couldn't resist a small smile. 'Really?'

'You're beautiful and if you feel confident in this, I will do nothing against it.'

I felt my face heating up and looked at my dress. 'Where did it rip?'

'It's on the back,' my mum said. 'But I think I can easily repair it.'

I smiled and looked in the mirror, seeing a bruise on my face. My brother noticed it too and grabbed my hand. 'I will get some ice for you, did he hurt you anywhere else?'

I nodded and pointed at my chest with tears in my eyes. 'He was my best friend,' I whispered.

My mum grabbed my hands and we walked to my room. She let me lay down in bed and hugged me. 'I love you, George.'

'Are you okay with me being like this?'

'Yes, of course. Can you tell me about it?'

'I didn't always feel like a boy, I sometimes felt non-binary and I had moment where I felt like a girl. I was just looking through some YouTube videos and I was jealous when I saw a girl in a dress, wishing I could do that too. I bought a dress and makeup and used it. I felt so comfortable and secure in it that I started wearing it more often.'

'How long ago is this?'

'I think about a year ago. I started looking on Google and fitted really well with gender fluid, my gender changes with the day, sometimes even with the minute. Since my sex is boy, I'm also gay. I'm only attracted to the same sex as me.'

'Can I ask you something personal, honey?'

I nodded and looked at my mum as she grabbed my hand. 'Do you also want to have a girl's body sometimes?'

I shrugged. 'Not permanently, but I'm sometimes interested in it.'

'We can go shopping together and look for some stuff which makes you feel confident when you feel like a girl.'

'Do you want that?'

'I want you to be happy, sweetie. I see that you're happy when you wear a dress.'

I heard someone knock on my door. 'Yes?' I whispered.

'It's dad, can I come in?'

'But I'm dressed up like t-this.'

'I don't mind.' He opened the door and my brother walked in after him with some ice for my face and chest.

My dad sat down on the other side of me and I looked at my hands. 'I'm insecure about what I'm wearing now.'

'Don't be, George. You look perfect,' my dad smiled. 'What would you like to be called? A girl?'

I shrugged. 'At the moment, yes. But not always.'

My mum explained it shortly to my dad since I didn't want to explain it again. My brother smiled. 'We can make something with he/they/she on it so George can switch it each time her pronouns change. Then we know what to call her without having her tell us.'

I smiled shyly when I realised he was using she/her pronouns for me now. My dad stood up. 'That's a great idea, I will make something and hang it next to the door in the living room. And George, you can always walk in when you're wearing makeup and a dress.'

I smiled. 'Thank you.'

'And your name?' my brother asked. 'Is George okay?'

I shrugged. 'I haven't thought about that, for now it's okay.'

My dad went downstairs to make something for me as I got hugged by my mother. 'Do you want some of my nail polish?'

I smiled. 'Can I?'

'Of course, let's pick out the right colours.'

We walked to her room and I choose three colours which fitted the best with my dresses. After that my dad called me and pointed at the wall when I came downstairs. 'It's easy, but it works,' he said as he showed me what he had made.

I smiled. 'Thank you, dad.' I switched it to "she" and sat down on the couch.

I was still really hurt by what Clay had done, but I was way happier now my parents accepted me. I could just go downstairs like this and they would use the right pronouns for me. I felt worthy when I felt bullied by my best friend at the same time.