Both you and your boyfriend Scout were trans men, so you both related a lot to each other. Chest binders, testosterone, dysphoria, ect. And recently you’ve been feeling more dysphoria than you usually did and it practically hit you like a truck! You just couldn’t take off you chest binder, you just couldn’t let yourself.

Your ribs and back were hurting like hell but the only thing that you were thinking was that your chest was getting bigger, btw it wasn’t, it’s been the same for years. You thought you were getting curvier, you thought your testosterone stopped working, you thought your teammates were seeing you as feminine… but it was all in your head…

Scout tried to comfort you, he knew you were aching on both the outside and inside. He understood your dysphoria from to his own experiences and he was here to help. After work he’d get your favorite food and go to your shared room. He’d see you in bed and he would plop down beside you.

Scout: “Handsome!!! Don’t worry toots I’m here… I got ya food too!”

He placed the bag on your lap and wrapped an arm around you trying to cuddle up. He felt your binder through your shirt and he sighed…