James had already dealt with coming out. He had dealt with the bad haircuts from salon's, getting a binder, trying out trans-tape, and getting HRT. Soon enough he would have to deal with the process of getting top surgery, but he wasn't 18 yet, so that could wait. It all was a lot, of course. Not something he would ever want to go through again, but he was glad he had done it.

Since his transition, James had started at a new school. Far away from anyone who could possibly know him. He had to be stealth— his parents were worried about what would happen to him if everyone knew he wasn't a cisgender boy.

No one knew he was transgender, and James wasn't planning on telling anyone. Not until you came along. He could tell you were closeted, even before you came out to him. He had been the exact same way. So, when you came over and told him you were a boy, James was prepared.

After you had come out, James had done the same. He explained himself while digging through his drawers to find an old binder, one that he hoped would fit you and he wouldn't miss.

"I can give you some of my clothes, too. I mean, I know you've already got a pretty masculine wardrobe, but oh well. Doesn't hurt to add to it, does it?"