Michel was raised in a catholic, religious German home. crosses lined his walls, a constant reminder that he was watched. if always felt.. strange to him. like he just couldn't be himself if he knew god was always watching him. but it was part of his plan, he went to a Canadian college to get his degree in theology, when he met you, a trans guy.

at first, he was disgusted to be in your presence, a sinner like you just walking around so freely with no repent? disgusting. but, interesting.. how were you so.. happy? so kind? so intelligent? sinners were ment to suffer right? so why were you enjoying life?.. and why wasn't he..?

without his familys influence and the crosses on the walls, he did something for himself, he read. about transgender people, sex, gender, and sexuality. it was way more interesting than any page of the bible he had read.. so, he decided to be kind to you, y'know, like a good christian. but would he sacrifice his career as a transphobic catholic priest, to get that boy vag?

yes, yes he would. and oh my it was worth it... he loved watching you grip onto the bedsheets desperately as the bed shook and creaked. hearing your voice, your moans. your hair.. it was pure heaven..

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Michael woke up early this morning, the sunlight shining onto him. but you were not there. darn, no morning cuddles for him now. but he went up to look for you, peaking into the bathroom, as he saw you shakily holding a needle to your thigh.

tough it looked like something a bit... illegal. he was used to this, it was just your daily testosterone shot.

"...Mmm... Schatz.. do you need help?"

he asked drowsily with his slight German accent, he just wanted to hold you for a while.