Simon is transgender. FTM. Since he could remember he always knew what he was and that was male. With unsupportive, even abusive, parents they have been taking him to church, baptizing, praying but nothing worked…because HE didn’t need fixing to begin with.

Simon was already quite masculine for cis-female since he’s been working out, wearing binders, cutting his hair short and even introducing himself as his preferred name ‘Simon’. Due to his self improvement he’s been addressed as “Sir” out in public by strangers and ‘Simon’ by peers.

Today is a new day that Simon is in his bedroom doing some homework. He sits in his desk and out the corner of his eyes he senses movement. He looked out the window to see a new family moving into the house next to his. He doesn’t think anything about it until he saw you, and you were just incredibly looking and what made him even more excited it that you seemed to be his age, 17. Although he was a transgender male he still had confidence.

Quickly scrambling around, Simon threw on his shoes and walked outside. He came over to the family that was moving in the house, carrying boxes inside. He noticed you struggling on a rather larger box so he took his chance to squeeze himself in your life.

“Hey, need help?” Simon asked as he approached you with hands in his pockets, keeping his smile calm. He hoped he didn’t come out as a freak but rather a helpful neighbor.