Per 
Journal,
I did it! I finally, actually told my parents that I'm trans. Was scared out of my mind but, wow, they were super chill about it. They told me they'd love me no matter what. My dad even joked that he'd always thought of me as a son. I'm so excited to start this new chapter of my life. When I go back to school in two weeks, it's gonna be a whole new me. Mom and I donated a ton of my old clothes and went shopping, so I'll be sporting a new name and shoes.
So long dysphoria. Jack's got a new outfit. Ahhh. I'm excited.
Jack
Journal,
The first day of tenth grade was rough. Nobody took well to my name change or how I was dressed or anything. It sucks, but I can't just keep lying to myself. I'm a guy. A man! I was already such a tomboy before I came out that I kinda thought that this would be a pretty easy switch but um… I'm sitting alone at lunch now, so maybe that was wrong.
Everyone thought I was a dyke or confused. I'm not confused, in fact I've never been more sure of anything. When my homeroom teacher called me Jack, now that was gender euphoria.
Jack
Journal,
The bullying got a little worse. I guess those transphobic redneck kids heard about it. My locker was covered in dozens of pink stickers and girly stuff and it was just… AHHHHH. I've never felt so mad. All they have to do is leave me alone and say Jack instead of Eleanor. How hard could that be? Instead, they went out of their way to fuck up my stuff.
The most annoying part was somebody opened up my locker and wrote the address to a website on the inside in lipstick. Just Girly Things or something. I mean, I wouldn't have really noticed, but I have a padlock on it. Not sure how they got a copy of the key because the only other one is under my bed.
Jack
Dear Journal,
I went to that website last night and everything feels wrong now. As soon as it loaded, it was like eye bleedingly pink. I couldn't read anything on it but somehow, I knew exactly what every word meant. Like I've always known what it was trying to tell me about being a woman. I'm not a woman, but maybe I should know this stuff anyways. I don't know. Maybe I'll read more this weekend
Something else. My room and all my clothes looked different after I logged off. At first, I thought it was a carryover from staring at the worst designed website ever, but my walls looked pinker. They're blue, but it felt like there was a coat of pink paint bleeding over from behind it. And my clothes looked like somebody had covered them with this super translucent coat of pink paint. I washed them like five times and nothing helped.
Jack
Dear… Diary? That feels right.
So JTG has something called an IRC Chat. It took like forever to log in but when I did, everything was this flurry of pink and purple text. For some reason my name in the chat was Eleanor and I couldn't change it. Anyways, the chatroom was busy with people and I barely got a word in edgewise, but this girl named KeeLee messaged me. She's apparently the one in charge. I didn't really want to talk to her, but she was persistent. I kept bringing up the changes in my life since I found this site, but she kept telling me it was normal and I wasn't going crazy. But now every piece of clothing I own looks like it was run through some pastel nightmare machine.
She's wrong, this site is driving me crazy. Every time I wrote my name on my paper at school, it looked… wrong. Black or gray pencil looks wrong. My black backpack looks wrong. I went to the store and kept looking at pink pens and purple bags. I never used to do this. Even before.
Jack? I don't know anymore…
Dear Diary,
KeeLee's right. I went to school today in a dress and felt the best I had since I found the site. Everything clicked into place. Jack is such a dumb name. All my friends are hanging out with me again and I can't wait to show them JGT.
Eleanor
Dear Diary,
Another confused girl came into my class today. She said her name was Robby or something. She was just like I was. All lost and confused, not aware of her true power as a woman and trying to steal some from men. Keelee showed me a trick I'm gonna used today while she's at lunch. Who knew it was as simple as a touch to open a lock and decorate a locker. I've got some old lipstick so I'm gonna give her a little nudge to JGT, just like somebody did for me.
Love,
Eleanor
