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Warnings: Uh, deadnaming, misgendering, etc. The typical. Not too bad but a little bit.
Song: The Village by Wrabel
Christmas 2013, an unforgettable Christmas. Bryan and Flynn were sat in their room, getting ready for the Christmas dinner that never got easier.
“Bry, I can’t wear a dumb dress. I just can’t do it,” Flynn said, sitting on the bottom bunk, still in his pajamas.
“Then wear one of my suits. Fuck it, Fi-Flynn. Sorry,” Bryan said, buttoning up his shirt.
“It’s fine, I get it, you’ve heard that name nearly the same amount I have for the past fifteen years. Also, mom will kill me if I wear a suit.”
“Oh well, she’ll get over it. C'mon, I have the perfect clothes.”
Thirty minutes later, Flynn’s medium length long hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. He was wearing a red button up shirt with a dark green tie and black pants. The grin on his face spoke volumes.
Bryan held his phone up, pointing it at himself, “I would like to introduce you to my only competition, the only man who could possibly beat me at being stunning. My twin brother, Flynn.”
He turned the camera to Flynn, who was shaking his head, “Today’s outfit includes a red button up stolen from his brothers closet, along with the tie and pants. Actually, the only part of his actual outfit is his shoes.”
“Thanks, Bry,” Flynn said, smiling, “especially for making this mop on my head look good.”
“You’re welcome bro.”
They heard a knock on their door and Bryan sighed, turning off his camera.
“Ready to face that like this?”
Flynn shrugged, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Bryan got up and they headed out of the room.
“There you are, finally- Fiona, what the hell?”
Flynn winced, looking down.
“Fiona and her friends are having an ongoing bet system, the last one was if Cas failed a test Fiona helped them with, she would wear this at Christmas. Obviously, Cas failed,” Bryan explained.
“Well, that wasn’t a smart idea,” the boy’s mother said.
“I didn’t think Cas would fail, so.”
Their mother rolled her eyes, “Whatever, just don’t do that again.”
Flynn smiled at Bryan when their mother walked off to get the door.
“Thanks, bro.”
“Of course, bro,” Bryan said, emphasizing the bro.
“Is your daughter finally coming out as a lesbian?” they heard across the house.
“Ah, our favorite uncle,” Flynn and Bryan both mumbled out.
“No, she apparently lost some bet, you know kids.”
“Sure, ‘lost a bet.’ It’s probably that gay kid she hangs out with.”
Bryan shook his head, “Yeah, Flynn, stop hanging out with that gay kid. He’s making you really masculine.”
“Ah yeah totally.”
“Bryan, my favorite grandson!” The two of them heard behind them, both of them practically jumping.
“Oh, hey grandma,” Bryan said, turning around.
“Woah, Fiona, what happened to you?” their grandmother asked.
“I’m literally wearing basically the same thing I wear normally.”
“Is that a boy’s shirt?”
“It’s Bryan’s, it was the only dress shirt either one of us owned.”
“But why?”
Bryan rolled his eyes, “Fly-Fiona just wanted to.”
“It’s a part of a bet, my friend told me if they failed a test, I had to wear men’s clothes at Christmas. That’s all, grandma.”
She gave the two boys a weird look, “Okay. So, Bryan. Tell me, you meet any cute girls this year in your classes?”
“No, I actually don’t-”
“He doesn’t have any girls in his classes who are looking to date anyone,” Flynn cut Bryan off, “Which really means that no girl wants to date him. But he hates admitting that.”
Bryan glanced at Flynn, Flynn shooting him a look back.
Their grandmother was called away by their mother to help in the kitchen.
“Let me come out if I want to,” Bryan said to Flynn.
“Her grandson she doesn’t know is her grandson is wearing a male outfit and you want to try and come out to her? I’m not even going to try and I am one day going to be taking T.”
“I’m just tired of having to lie, that’s all Flynn. You’re my brother, and I’m bisexual. I don’t want to have to hide that.”
“I know. Neither do I.”
—————————————————————————
2010, the boys had just turned twelve.
“Bryan, I can’t deal with this hair anymore.”
“Then cut it off, nobody will notice anyway. You always shove it in caps anyways,” Bryan responded, staring at his Gameboy.
“Easy for you to say, mom wouldn’t kill you for cutting your hair. Boys are supposed to have short hair, girls aren’t.”
“Then I’ll cut it for you, then it can be my fault.”
Flynn laughed, “Yeah, you cutting my hair. Be real.”
“No, seriously I’ll cut it if it shuts you up about your damn hair,” Bryan said, setting down his Gameboy.
“Seriously?”
Bryan nodded, “C'mon, I’ve paid attention when I got my haircut. I can do it.”
They headed into the bathroom, Bryan wrapping a towel around Flynn.
“Alright, ma'am, sir, whatever you are, what would you like today?” He asked as he started grabbing his tools.
“Aren’t we going to like, maybe need a chair?”
“The toilet will work. You don’t need to see yourself.”
Flynn rolled his eyes as he sat down on the lid, “I’d like to get rid of this all.”
“Oh, going dramatic today? How short are you looking to go? Are you looking to look like you just wanted to try a little shorter, or are you going full-on 'I just broke up with my boyfriend or girlfriend and need to just shave it all off?’”
“Bryan, you worry me.”
“Or do you want my hairstyle? Short on the sides, long on the top but not too long?”
“Uh, just… do yours.”
“Good choice.”
Bryan grabbed a hair tie, pulling his hair into a ponytail.
“Alright, you ready? I’m going to cut off a bunch and then work with what’s left, alright?”
“Just, do it.”
Bryan took the scissors to his hair, trying to cut through the thick ponytail.
“Jesus, there’s a lot of hair here.”
“No shit, my hair is thick.”
Bryan rolled his eyes and kept cutting at the hair. Finally, it had cut all off and Bryan held up what he cut off, “This is enough that you could give hair to every bald person in the world.”
Flynn rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”
Bryan took the razor and plugged it in, starting to shave the sides.
“Hold on, you might want to, I don’t know, find what’s going to be the top and section it off so you don’t shave it off. I don’t want a buzzcut.”
“Oh, yea.”
Flynn facepalmed while Bryan began to section it off and tie it up with another hair tie. Then he began shaving the sides and back.
“I need to be honest with you, I don’t know how to do the top,” Bryan said, as he was finishing up the shaving, “Also I don’t know how to do like. Details. Usually, they clean up the sides but uh, I don’t actually know how to do that.”
“Wow, thanks, bro.”
They heard a knock at the door and both of their eyes widen.
“Hide in the shower,” Bryan mouthed.
“What are you doing in there?” They heard their mother yell.
Flynn jumped up and climbed into the shower, quickly pulling the curtain over.
“Just, using the bathroom, mom!”
“I hear the razor though.”
“I’m just… Practicing my shaving.”
“Bryan Franklin Perry, open this door this instance.”
Bryan unlocked the door and opened the door, “See, nothing to worry-”
Her eyes fell to the black locks of hair lying on the ground.
“Why is there hair on the floor?!”
She began inspecting his hair but didn’t notice any missing hair.
“Where’s your sister?”
Bryan shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Fiona Barbara Perry, where the hell are you?”
Her eyes locked onto the curtain and she pulled it back.
“What the hell did you do to your hair?!”
“Uh, uh.”
“I did it,” Bryan said, “I made her let me shave her hair.”
“No, I made him do it to me.”
“No, I made her let me do it.”
The two went back and forth for taking the blame.
Ten minutes later, they were sat on the bottom bunk, their faces red as their mother threw things out of the room.
“I don’t know why you two thought that was a good idea. You know girls aren’t supposed to have short hair.”
Flynn rolled his eyes, staring at the floor, a hole nearly burning itself in the floor from the stare.
“I know girls with short hair,” Bryan said.
“Then they’re dykes, Bryan. Now shut up.”
Bryan stood up, “Well, my sister isn’t one. And I think her hair looks amazing. Because she loves it.”
His entire cheek began to sting as his mother was glaring down at him, “Shut up, Bryan.”
He felt himself being dragged back down on the bed by his brother.
“Give it up, it’s okay,” his brother whispered as their mother turned away.
When she was gone, for hopefully a while, Flynn turned to his brother.
“Thanks.”
“Anything for you, 'bro’” Bryan said, smirking.
“You’re a great hairstylist, 'sis’” Flynn responded, smirking.
“There are plenty of men hairstylists.”
“Yeah, because they like men.”
“So?”
—————————————————————————————–
“I don’t know, sometimes I feel like… I don’t know. I’m not religious, but my family was. So,” Flynn mumbled out.
It was 2017, and Flynn had just graduated, dealing with the mess that was his family.
“So you asked the God you don’t believe in why he made you this way? Asked him to make you normal?” Rodney asked.
“Yeah, you know how that is?”
“Of course, my grandparents are very religious. And I was already the kid that was born out of wedlock to their dead daughter. Being bisexual really put a strain on our relationship, especially when I showed up to Thanksgiving dinner with not one but two boys who loved me? Maybe not the best. Especially when my aunt’s parents were just as bad. That Thanksgiving, on the car ride home, I asked why God made me bisexual. I broke down in tears, by the way. But my uncle, he just shook his head and said 'God doesn’t make mistakes, he made you bisexual on purpose, if it was wrong, he wouldn’t have made you the way you are. God knows what he’s doing, even in times where it doesn’t seem like he does. You love John, he loves you. God meant for that to happen, for whatever reason.’ Or, something like that.”
Flynn chuckled, “My parents used that 'God doesn’t make mistakes’ line before.”
“If he doesn’t make mistakes, then he meant for you to be trans. Or God doesn’t exist, but. Using their logic, God meant for you to be this way. I mean, he has all this power and he can’t control whether people are gay, straight, trans or cis? C'mon, I mean, you think he’d be stepping in if he was really against that.”
“Thanks, for an atheist, you’re good at this.”
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