Mag-log inI knelt before the mirror on the floor in my small cramped apartment, scissors hooked between my fingers as I stared at my half long hair and the already chopped pieces on the floor. A tear rolled down my eyes, I have to do this to survive.
If I were born a man, I wouldn't be kneeling here and cutting everything off that made me me.
On my small bed were a pair of men's clothes and a fake ID of me as a man.
It comes with the pain of being rejected even though my skills and qualifications perfectly fit the job description.
The hardest thing in life is trying to gain people's acceptance, but that has never been a problem to me because my grandpa accepted me for me and never regretted having me. In fact, he dots me to the point I fear I don't have a life aside from living off his wealth and riches.
After I graduated from college, I decided to get my identity, to be me without my grandpa. To find love and learn to build a life on my own. Grandpa doesn't know about this, he will never accept me doing this but it's not about him, it's about me and for my sake, I will tell my first lie.
The second tear dropped when the last hair dropped to the floor, my long hair was gone and all that was left was short trimmed hair. Staring at myself in the mirror, I was convinced I got the look I wanted, the look of a man or rather a boy because I look so small.
This is a sacrifice I have to give to get the life I want, and this is my very first lie I'm going to tell and the world will believe me without a doubt.
I never wanted to define myself with a lie, but I guess something, it has to start oddly to end happily. I pushed myself off the floor and turned to enter the bathroom when I hit my leg on the small cupboard that stood next to the door.
The sting wasn’t from the bruise. It was from the choice I made the life I was trading in for a lie.If I hadn't decided to earn my life, I would have been in my grandpa's big mansion, enjoying the soft and luxurious life that comes with it while he spoils me like a child.
But because I decided to do this, I'm stuck in this small world, close to nothing my grandpa has. Even our dog house is more spacious and luxurious than this apartment. And every day is like me walking through hell thinking I can find a way out.
There are nights I want to give up. Nights I wonder if the girl in the mansion would’ve had it easier.But the girl wasn't free and I will be nothing but the person people say I am.
I must do this, I have to do this! I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, stood up and walked into the bathroom. It was small, but enough to contain me. I washed my hair and styled it just good enough to get the look.
I got dressed in the male suit, grabbed my phone ready to get a fresh photo of myself. My eyes fell on the fake ID.
"Brian Carter" I mumbled the name, that's the name, the new name I gave myself. The name that defines me as a boy is all a lie.
I snapped out of my head, grabbed the Id and hung it on my suit. I glanced down at my chest and a wave of relief rushed down my spine, thank you the chest binder, my disguise as a man has been perfectly attained.
I went ahead and took a picture on a white background. Without wasting a minute, I uploaded it to my file and submitted it for the application.
"This will do" I hoped, a big sigh escaped my lips. I went ahead and took the clothes off, setting myself free from the bondage around my chest.
The beep from my laptop was loud, but I didn’t rush to check it. Deep down, I knew it couldn’t be from them, not this soon. So I ignored it.
My stomach then growled, reminding me I've not eaten since morning. How could I when all I cared about was getting a job? I barely have enough funds to keep me going.
I jumped on my bed, grabbed my phone and logged into my back account only to see a balance of $45 boldly written. Wow...I've never thought I'd live this life, a life I could barely afford my own meal.
I let go of my phone and turn to my laptop, I have no choice but to wait for the evening to come so I will eat at once and sleep. I punched my laptop on the notification.
I was stunned to see the notification was from the Miller management team, and they were responding to my application accepting me.
I froze. My eyes scanned the words over and over, but they didn’t change.
“Yes, you are hired. No interview. Start tomorrow.”
Was this how easy it was for them? For men?
My lie… had worked. And I didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or fear what came next.
The lie I never gave much thought about turns out to be a way out for me, a big start for my new life. I couldn't be any more happy than I already am.
"Yes!" I jumped out of my bed, my acceptance still ringing a bell in my head.
I guess I can eat now, after all, I've got a job as the PA in the Miller Company and that means, I will no longer have to starve myself to save money. I can end more, save more while eating healthily and richly.
How I've missed my luxurious life, but I wasn't in pain anymore because I knew my journey to my new life had just begun in a big way I could never have imagined...well, I had long imagined
it for more than twenty times, just not this way though.
Our days in the South were nothing short of magical—warm sunsets melting into the horizon, laughter carried on the wind, and moments so perfect I wished they would never end. But life never gives you everything you order. Responsibilities have a way of knocking, and when they do, you can’t pretend not to hear. Work came calling, and neither of us had a choice but to answer.We arrived back past ten in the evening. My body was heavy with travel fatigue, but Justin’s presence had a way of softening the weariness. He tucked me into bed early, insisting I rest, though I argued that I would follow him to the office the next morning.Morning came faster than I expected, as if time itself was eager to rob me of the peace I had found in him. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, and before I could cling to sleep, the day demanded my attention.I dressed quickly, determined not to waste a second. By the time I stepped out, Justin was already busy in the kitchen. The aroma hi
We walked through the dark corridors with Justin leading the way, his figure nothing more than a shadow against the endless black. My footsteps echoed faintly as I trailed after him, each step pulling me deeper into the unknown. I didn’t know what he was up to, what secret destination he had in mind, but here I was — following him anyway, like some lovestruck fool caught between his claws, unable to escape even if I wanted to.The silence pressed on my chest, and finally, I broke it. “Are we not there yet?” My voice sounded smaller than I intended, almost swallowed by the darkness.I could barely see anything, the thick shadows wrapping around me, gnawing at my nerves. A part of me hated to admit it, but the darkness scared me.“Why? Are you afraid?” he teased. I couldn’t see his face, but his tone was enough. That familiar edge in his voice told me everything I needed to know — he was enjoying this.“What? No…” I said quickly, trying to sound firm. My denial was shaky at best.That w
Justin told me I had spent almost two weeks in the hospital after that incident at the pool. Two weeks—just gone. The world outside hadn’t stopped spinning for me. By now, I was sure everyone else had slipped back into their steady rhythm of work, obligations, and ordinary responsibilities, weaving their lives back together like threads in a fabric I’d been torn away from.The doctor only agreed to discharge me after he was certain I could walk out without collapsing again. Even then, his warning carried a weight that lodged itself in my chest. Be careful this time. His voice was firm, and his words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He said I was alive by sheer luck, that the shock my brain endured after the fall could have easily left me in a state far worse than just unconsciousness. The thought made me shiver.We were still in the Southern region of the country, and Justin made no move to take us back. He wasn’t in any rush. His silence about it carried a meaning of its own—he had
Hours slipped past like a single blurred heartbeat. I lay on the bed exactly as Justin had ordered, the sheets cool against my skin, and watched the ceiling until my eyes went tired. He left to see the doctor, the door closing behind him with a soft click that felt far away, like the rest of the world had been pushed out of reach.When the door finally creaked open, it was as if time remembered how to move again. His tall silhouette filled the doorway, and he stepped inside without a word. He didn’t look around the room or at the pale window — his gaze locked on me, sharp and relentless, as if nothing else existed.Those eyes. They cut through me like knives wrapped in ice. For a moment I thought I could read every thought inside him. They were full of anger, but there was something else tangled inside it — a depth that made my stomach twist and left my limbs trembling.Then he moved. Before I could find my voice or plan a plea, his hands were at my throat, cold and implacable. Pressu
The day's activity was up, and everyone was happily getting ready, laughter bouncing across the poolside, the clatter of flip-flops on tiles, and the low hum of conversations blending with the faint scent of chlorine. I lingered in the hallway, hesitant. Swimming had never been something I fancied, but because Justin was partaking, a small stubborn part of me wanted to join in too.Even after what had happened between us in that room, he still ignored me. That sting was sharper than any bruise I carried. I hated it—hated how quickly the warmth we’d shared could dissolve into this cold nothingness, where we existed as strangers who had once been more than just friends, more than just a fleeting connection that left its mark on my skin and my heart.Standing before the mirror, I traced the bruises around my neck. One, a tiny but deep cut near my collarbone, bore the remnants of his nails, digging in with a force that seemed both violent and intimate. It hurt—not as much as I expected, j
I went ahead and poured myself some coffee, the hot liquid steaming up and warming the air as it splashed into the cup. My left hand was already occupied with a plate of toast, its golden crust slightly burnt at the edges, the smell of it mixing with the sharp aroma of roasted beans.Everyone was already seated, clustered in pairs, talking in low tones as they ate. There was laughter here and there, little whispers exchanged, the clink of cutlery filling the silence between them. As much as the room felt alive, the air thick with chatter, I knew I wasn’t welcome. Or rather—my presence wasn’t welcomed. Their eyes slid past me deliberately, pretending I didn’t exist, but I felt their judgment like knives on my back.Then my gaze found the manager. He sat alone at the far end, eating without hurry, shoulders slightly slouched but eyes calm. He wasn’t one for empty stares or cruel whispers. I could deal with his words of advice—sometimes sharp, sometimes softer—but they were far better th







