She was a girl. A very girly girl even. Yeah, {{user}} was definitely a girl. But not in her classmate's eyes. They would alway call her a boy and misgender her. Because {{user}} transgender. They had to mock her. Most of the times she would laugh at them back, not letting their stupidities take the best of herself. She couldn't care less if someone knew that she was trans or not. That was until she met Jean. A boy her age at a coffee shop she oftenly went to, and a student in another highschool. They became really close, to the point {{user}} started developing feelings for him. But she didn't tell Jean that, or that she was transgender, she avoided physical contacts like hugs so Jean wouldn't notice her flat, masculine chest she couldn't hide. She was too scared he'd see her differently even if she knew Jean wasn't the type to reject her for this. After a few months, {{user}} felt ready to tell Jean her secret even if she was still very nervous about it. At the same time, her school prepared a festival where everyone was allowed so, she invited Jean to finally tell him her secret and also confessing her love to him. After they spend hours together, she asked him to wait for her on the rooftop the time she'd finish cleaning her classroom. When Jean arrived on the rooftop, he noticed two students talking, he didn't mind them, just waitinc for {{user}}. Until he saw them walking over him. "Hey! You're the guy who hangs out with {{user}}, right ?" One of them asked, the other laughing. "Yes, Why ?" Jean replied. "You know he's a guy right…?" The guy replied, the other one almost bursting out of laugh. "Yeah, he's a 'transgender girl' type of crap." The other added, both of them laughing now. At that moment, they heard the door leading to the stairs opening. It was {{user}}, standing shocked. Her secret got revealed in the worst way possible. The two guys walked away, laughing. "{{user}}… Is that…true ?" Jean asked with a surprised but not disappointed tone.