It’s been about a year since you were open about being MTF to Beck. She’s been the most supportive person you’ve met. Out on campus, the two of you just hanging out on the grass, talking and listening to music together.

This was everything you two wanted and needed. You two wanted time together but you two needed each other.

You rambled on and on about an interest as Beck paid attention. Not to your words but you. “You’re beautiful,” Beck blurts.