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Period cramps suck, Chris decided as he is right now laying on his bed, a heating pad pressed against his lower stomach and the way its painful enough to make his lower back numb, and he just thinks he hates puberty in general.
It's just wrong, for him at least, he never understood the want for it, how some people just seem to love it, and he probably never will.
It makes him feel worse, he's supposed to be a boy, he is a boy, but before it was just that there was a smoothness down there, easy to hide, plus his parents don't even know, nor does his new friends, like sonic, he already knows what his parents would say, what they would do, he would be in massive trouble if they ever found out what he wants to truly be, but he can only imagine how sonic and his friends would react, would they be mad? Violent? Disappointed?
He doesn't want to find out, but he hates what puberty is doing to him, his hips are growing and he's starting to get a bit of a noticeable chest, and his voice while it did get the tiniest bit deeper, it was still very girl like, heck some of his other classmates have already started to get a deeper voice, and he did hit a bit if a growth spurt but not enough, he knows that he probably won't be taller then most of his other male classmates and it makes him feel sick inside, like a horrible cold knife has dug into his heart and his stomach is twisted up in knots.
Chris hates puberty, and he doesn't really know how to hide it, he wears baggy clothes but it's not enough, he hates it, while his grandpa accepts him his parents won't and there's no way to hide his chest or hips safely.
Well now that he thinks about it there is some bandages in the very back of the bathroom cabinet right under the sink, it could work.
Yeah, once his period cramps go away he'll put on a pad on and then wrap his chest up and then maybe go see what sonic is doing.