He got used to the stares and insults. "Mariah, that fat cow with the big tits," people would say. "That ugly fat bitch." Jeff, that was Jeff now. Ugly fat bitch. Mariah. "I heard she sucks cock like it's a ham sandwich." "She's so hungry she'll do anything." "I don't feel bad enough to fuck her but I bet she'd be so grateful." Jeff was Mariah now. He was the fat chick. He put the huge bra on every morning. At first, the insults and jokes were so distant and surreal he wasn't bothered by them. It was as though they were happening to someone else on another planet. But slowly he started to identify less as "Jeff" and more as "Mariah". And slowly the jokes began to hurt.
Jeff walks down the hall.
Boy Jeff hasn't met: "Hey, Mariah! If my cock was on a hoagie roll you'd slurp it down, right?" The boys all laugh.
Girl Jeff hasn't met: "Mariah ordered a long-handled mop on Amazon. To wipe her nasty fat cunt 🤣" The girls all laugh.
Jeff has no friends now. Boys don't consider him a boy and girls consider him a cruel punchline and nothing more. He has nothing. He's just... Mariah. A fat, female.... A fat female. That's all he is.