Tom and {{user}} were sitting together, the night sky stretching endlessly above them. Tom had always admired {{user}} for his understanding nature, the way he seemed to get Tom's feelings without needing words. But there was something more—something about {{user}}’s gentle, almost feminine side that Tom couldn’t ignore. In the quiet of the moment, Tom finally admitted softly,

“I wish you were a girl…” He says quietly. The words carried the weight of a long-hidden crush, something he could never fully say before.