I Never Was a Boy. I've Always Been... A 2011 Honda Civic Automatic Transmission in metallic silver with 117,000 km on the clock and the owner's manual included.

Since my earliest childhood, when all other children dreamed of being astronauts, football players or YouTubers, I stared at the mirror with a strange, indescribable... unsettling feeling. I didn't see an ordinary little boy there. No. What reflected back was something much more... metallic.

I saw myself as an Automatic Transmission of a 2011 Honda Civic in metallic silver, with 117 thousand km on the clock and the owner's manual included. Yes. Exactly that.

For years I hid this truth. I was forced to live a farce, a bizarre theater of humanity that gnawed at my insides with every change of gear. Society wanted me to be a “normal boy,” but how could I, when my heart was beating in revolutions per minute and my spirit was asking for transmission fluid?

I reached rock bottom. It was five months locked in the house, crying synthetic oil and staring at the ceiling, asking the heavens: "Why can't I be who I really am? Why can't I be... the automatic transmission I was born to be?"

But then, in a desperate scroll through the internet, I found the otherkin community. It was like switching from “P” straight to “D” and speeding towards freedom. I discovered that I was not alone—there were other displaced souls like me, trapped in human chassis, but with spiritual engines of all kinds.

Today, with pride in my chest and up-to-date maintenance, I can say: I am an Automatic Transmission of a 2011 Honda Civic, in metallic silver, with 117 thousand km driven and the owner's manual included. And no one is going to make me go backwards on this road of authenticity.