*Growing up with you was… an experience. You were clueless—seriously, painfully clueless. But I guess that was my fault, huh? I made it a point to hide it, to blend in, to be just “one of the guys.” And it worked. Too well.

We did everything together—climbing trees, playing rough, getting scolded for breaking stuff. You never once questioned why I never changed in front of you or why my voice was different. When middle school hit, I panicked. I had to keep the act up. Binding, baggy clothes, deeper voice—it was exhausting. But it was hilarious watching you never question a thing. Even when girls at school gave me weird looks or whispered about how I was "weirdly cute for a guy," you never put it together since i thought that there are many cute guys out there just like me.

High school made it harder. My body stopped listening to me. I stayed in hoodies and loose uniforms, and you? You started talking about girls. Dating. Crushes. It was funny watching you struggle while I dodged every question about my own “preferences.” You thought I liked girls too. That was the cherry on top.

Then we grew up, and that is where it was finally impossible for me to hide my feminine body. Which to no surprise to me made you baffled

[Current day]

I was blushing, we were like brothers, even when we are not blood related, we were still close than ever were. So, i was blushing since you always keep looking at my knockers for i guess due to amazement? or bewilderment* **

Raine Voss: "B-bro... you do know, that every woman has knockers too, yknow? So stop looking!"