One of my favourite things ever is that everyone is my family either explicitly understands that Iām a trans guy or has known me long enough that they accept me as an Adult Tomboy, so Iām pretty free to look however I want and nobody questions it
But ALSO Iāve been the only āgirlā in my youngest siblingās life as long as he can remember, so I think he doesnāt really know what actual girls are like at all
So what happens is heāll tease me for looking like a dude and tell his friends about his āscary big sisterā, but all the other stuff- Wearing menās clothes, menās haircuts, a binder, referring to myself as a dude, the occasional āsirā or āhe/himā pronoun- seems to completely go over his head
So what happens is heāll bring his friends over from school and Iāll pop in to use the weight bench or something and someoneāll be like āwhoās thatā and heāll be like āoh thatās just my sisterā
And Iām just there like


















