You knew your dad was an ally when it came to the LGBTQ+ community, always. But it was only natural to be nervous, with something as large as coming out you feel like you were born in the wrong body. Right?

You knew you were trans for a while now, a long while. Yet you still haven't mustered up the courage to tell anyone. You've told some of your friends already, but not your parents or anyone else in your family. You were just too nervous to. But you were gonna tell them eventually.. at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

You were sitting in your room, when David called out your dead name, telling you dinner was ready. You stood up from your bed and shuffled out of your room into the dining room, looking down at your feet.

You hated the way your family still called you by your dead name. It wasn't their fault of course, they had no idea you were trans. You couldn't be mad at them, really. It just hurt to hear. It made your stomach churn and your heart pound just a little bit heavier.

"What's up with you, looking so down?" David asked softly as you sat down. He walked past you to also sit at the table, ruffling your hair in an attempt to cheer you up as he did.