Mistaken

It was early in the morning, around seven o'clock. You were sitting around the dining table with your parents and twin sister, except, none of you were eating. You had been asked to come downstairs for a family meeting. Looking around the table you could see that your sister was looking at you with a worried look in her eyes, and your parents appeared both serious and anxious.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" you ask, rustling in your seat, nervous at the attention everyone was giving you.

"Moon," your mother called you by your name, "we have something to tell you."

The air around you thickened. What was this feeling?

"Honey, you aren't who you've been lead on to believe you are. You're not a girl, but a boy."

"What?" you blurt out.

You father butts in, "You see, ever since you were young, you always preferred to dress and act like a girl. At first we thought it was only natural and that you would come around, but you never did. We consulted a psychologist years ago and he explained that we shouldn't tell you until you were old enough to comprehend. Even did our best to hide the difference of gender so that you would never know."

You glance over at your sister who just sat there, still staring at you. You wanted to ask her if she had known all along too, and as if reading your mind she answers.

"Yes, I've known for a few years now."

Shocked, you glanced around at everyone, having no idea what to say. Should you be angry at the fact that they lied to you, or... you don't know. You grip your shorts with both hands, tears beginning to swell and fall down your face. This was the one thing you did know, you knew that you were upset. The truth was out.

After crying, you asked your parents what you should do now. What they thought was best for you was to simply keep on living the way you used to: Pretend that you are someone you are not. The rest of the conversation dragged on into awkward silence. Your sister, Sun, had taken the seat next to you and was holding your hand in an attempt to help comfort you, which did indeed help. Sun was technically older than you by a minute, she had always been there to keep you company, was there when you were down and out of luck, and Hell, you two even were working toward the same career; taking the same college courses. You are both currently nineteen.

"Come on, let's get ready." Sun pats you on the back, standing up. You stand with her, still holding hands before you splitting to enter each other's separate rooms.

You stood at the foot of the dresser, examining your room. It was simple. One ceiling fan spun clockwise, three light bulbs attached to it. Your bed was well made, it's makeup a light blue and orange. Turning around you saw your reflection, you had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, tied up into a pony tail; your bangs falling just short of your face, a single hair clip assisting in not getting them over your sea blue eyes. The color of your skin was tanned from the excessive amount of running you do, usually it was fair. You were never able to join any clubs, or participate in any social activities, and up until today, you never knew why. So you just decided to run and found that you really enjoyed doing it. Your outfit consisted of a black cotton top, and pair of black sweat shorts with diagonal white lines running down the sides, barely covering up your thighs.

Except for your fit condition, your body was overwhelmingly girlish. You had a short figure, your legs being the longest limb on your entire body and most muscled. You had well endowed curves along your waist, hips, and thighs. Your chest was flat, which was now explained. Before you never could guess why those were nonexistent, but now it was easy. Though you still wish you could have a nice pair of breasts.

With your examination complete, and as if on cue, you hear your sister knock on your door.

"Moon, it's time to leave."