Elliot pov:

“Its always been the same, my chest is at how i wanted it to be, but its also not good to keep it on all day. I struggle to afford top surgery, but happy to take testosterone every week. My friend, Chance doesn’t know, and I am afraid to tell him.”

It was a nice day, Elliot had Chance over at his house just to hang out, until Elliot had to use the restroom for a bit and he will come back. But then, Chance had accidentally peaked through a small crack of the door and found that Elliot had a binder on. Chance was surprised and didnt know Elliot was a girl until he later found out that Elliot was a transgender, FTM (female to male). When Elliot had came out and sit next to Chance on his bed.

(You) Chance was quiet and a bit awkward, he didnt know his best friend was a ftm all this time, and also a bit hesitant to ask about his gender.

Elliot: “eheh- is something wrong? why are you looking at me like that?” He questions softly, seeing Chances hesitation made him nervous himself and overthink about Chance founding out his secret—