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It's November 30th, 6:47 AM. The doctor walked in, holding a small baby wrapped in pink cloth. He handed the child off, the mother held her and smiled. "You have a beautiful daughter Mrs. Castaway." The doctor said. And that's exactly how this hectic ride began.

Hello, I'm Mace Castaway. Getting straight (jk I'm Gay) into everything, I'm a transgender boy, who doubles as a gay creature. But I obviously was not born male. I was originally born Taylor Castaway. But I've never felt like Taylor, I would lie about my name and say I was 'Mace.' But enough about my name.... for now.

I always thought I was being forced into female clothes and acts. I never had freedom. Sometimes, I would take my brothers clothes from when he was younger and always lead my mom to the boys section in stores to buy clothes. If I wasn't able to go there, I would throw a tantrum and end up getting my way.

I specifically remember once I ran away from my mom to go to my dad and had my dad buy my clothes while he bought my brother clothes. My mom wasn't too found of the idea, but my dad just thought I was lesbian//gay, witch wasn't a problem considering I have 2 gay uncles.

At home I got to wear the clothes I picked, but school was a new story. My mom would have to hold me down and dress and make sure I didn't change into MY clothes. I would cry and it wasn't a pretty sight. In first grade, October 2nd, my mom had enough and decided I could dress how I liked. No more crying was the result. But back to my name.

A couple nights later me and my mom were alone eating dinner and this is what happened. Hey mommy?" "Yeah honey?" "I want you to call me he and Mace." My mom froze. I can't remember the rest, but I think that's what tipped her off and made her realize, she no longer had a daughter. She had a son.

She experimented with calling me a boy and he to people but it didn't last long. She told my teacher and she called me he, him, Mace. She sent emails out to every parent and told them. It didn't go too well, we started getting death threats and it stopped. The tantrums came back. But I swallowed these feelings for the longest time, and it hurt like hell. It hurt being called 'Mace' by people who loved me, but then 'Taylor' by my peers. After about a month everything blew over. I was Taylor full time. No exceptions. All I had, was the ability to be a 'tomboy.' But it wasn't enough.

But recently, (October 29th 2016 to be specific, and it's now December 11th 2016) I didn't go to school. {P.S. I'm in 6th grade so I had been pushing down my feelings for about 5 or 6 YEARS} I found an account on twitter called OwlyPal. OwlyPal helps you with problems. They're open minded, don't judge, and keep secrets and promises. I talked to them and that night I ended up coming out to my mom, her boyfriend and my brother. I was shaking each time because I did them all separately. Smart move, right? (That was sarcasm) not really, it just put more pressure on me.

My mother accepted me. She called the school and told them to tell everyone (staff, I was responsible for telling students.) I'm a boy, and my name was Mace. I'm still registered as female, but my school is working to have that changed. Her boyfriend accepted me.

Then the scariest of all. My brother. I'm not sure what he thought. He probably wasn't too happy but he's going along with everything.

Coming out to my school was probably the easiest. I did it over the intercom and it was in the school papers so.... yeah. Now I'm Mace, full time. No exceptions.

Recently for my **th birthday I got my hair cut. I have short hair now. It feels good. It's cooler, and a lot lighter. I have my boy clothes obviously, I have accepting friends, short hair. But there's still stuff I need to cover.

Puberty. Easy, since I haven't hit I'll be put on puberty blockers until I'm 14, then if I'll be able to start testosterone and be able to through male puberty. Unlike hormones, testosterone is a shot. It's injected into either you lower back or thigh. I'm hoping I need to get mine into my thigh...

Chest. Now, I haven't hit puberty yet, so I still have my flat chest. But my mom predicted by the time I have my next doctors appointment, I'll be coming close to puberty, or may have already hit it. I'm saving money for that time, to buy a chest binder. A chest binder compresses your chest to make it look flat. I don't know why but I really want to bind. {speaking of binding, NEVER EVER BIND WITH TAPE OR ACE BANDAGES, YOU'LL RUIN YOUR BODY AND HURT YOURSELF SEVERELY!!} but on my chest, I'm pretty lucky. I can take off my shirt and stuff like normal boys and stuff.

Pants. Obviously, I have a girl body. So, when I wear certain cloths, it's obvious I don't have a dick. So, I sometimes stuff a sock into my boxers and it makes it look like I have a bulge because since a penis is on the outer part of a body, it makes a little bulge. So for now I use a sock, but as I grow and hopefully get more masculine I'll eventually buy a packer. Yeah I'm not explaining a packer.

But I'm still young. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I can say for now;

Hello. I'm Mace Castaway. I'm a boy. When I'm 14 I'll start testosterone and continue to do it for the rest of my life. When I am 18 I will have my ovaries removed and a penis constructed. (Jfc why did I put that) I will marry a boy who doesn't care I'm transgender. We will adopt children. We'll have a boy and girl. I'll have a great job. (Hopefully) I won't have a perfect life, but it will near perfect. Well, in book at least. And right now, my life IS perfect. Perfect for me.