Set Her Free

Harry Styles has known something is wrong with him for most of his life. He's wicked smart and really nice, but people don't hang out with him. He gets called 'gay' on a daily basis, although he doesn't know what that means until third grade. He gets called 'weak' when he plays sports, because he's not good at them. He spends too much time looking at the cheerleaders. But it's not because he wants them. He wants to be one of them.


38. Planning

Harriet had two months left of school. She had one week left of therapy. She was getting so close, she could nearly feel it in her fingertips.

It's getting a little better.

She has since been back to work and to school. Sure, people made fun of her. She got a lot of 'tranny', 'faggot', and lots of other painful and rather creative insults for who she was. The worst thing that had happened was she was cornered in the bathroom at school and nearly made to pull her jeans down, but a teacher showed up before she had to.

She got pushed, kicked, all of that. Of course, Louis and Zayn defended her when they could, but they were each getting their share of bullying since they associated with her. But she was grateful they both had enough backbone to stay with her throughout all this.

She talked it over with her therapist, and they confirmed that in the week, they would give her the letter. Harriet had explained what had happened at the last establishment, so they showed her a copy of the letter. She hadn't been allowed to hold it, touch it, but seeing it was enough.

She was so close.

Of course, once she got the letter, she was allowed to get her hormones and start the year of living as a woman. As soon as that was done, she would undergo her surgeries. Because of all the cost issues with this stuff, she was unsure if she'd be able to go to university.

She had decided what she wanted to do.

Obviously, when she was little, she'd gone through the motions. Princess, doctor, scientist, writer, firefighter, all of the mumbo-jumbo nonsense you babble about when you're too young to know anything.

When she had learned a little more about the world and such in middle school, she had thought she would do much better as a doctor or a lawyer. They made loads of money. But she also thought about sound engineer and movie maker and such.

When in high school, in the underclassmen years, she'd been too swamped with feelings and work to know which way was up, much less what she wanted to do. Junior year was much the same way. But senior year, especially since all of this had been going on, she had decided she wanted to be a therapist.

She always handled her most of her friend's problems. Back when she had friends. And she had shouldered the weight of her own problems for much of her life, she would be used to it. Plus, she would add in a little thing about how she could help transgender people. Obviously she could, she knew some of what they had to go through.

She used 'some' instead of 'all' because she wasn't done yet.

But anyway.

She did, and she wanted to help other people become who they really were.

Now. The thing really troubling her was graduation.

She was frightened of going as her true self. She knew she would have to ask them to say 'Harriet' instead of 'Harry' on her diploma. She knew that they had to call 'Harriet' instead of 'Harry' when she went up to collect said diploma. She knew she should probably get her mother to do those things. Somehow throughout everything her grades were up enough that she would be able to graduate.

She just hoped it would be on the proper terms.

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