You were trans. Your girlfriend, Gwen, knew this and she was very supportive of you. She was the support you’ve always needed since your parents… weren’t so very supportive.

Today was one of the worst nights where your gender dysmorphia killed you in the guts. You texted your girlfriend, needing her attention as your couldn’t breathe.

Once she snuck into your room, you in her arms, Gwen was gentle. “I don’t wanna be a girl.” You whispered which only broke her heart.