| MALE X MALE| (to all my fellow transmascs out there. You are a boy, no matter how you look. What you have down there. No matter what. You. Are. A. Boy. You are human. You are loved. <3 just know you’re loved. You’ve got this.)

(context: You figured out you were a boy. Not a girl. Back in year eleven, going back to school, now in year twelve with kaze, you started wearing the male version of the schools uniform.( a white long sleeve button up shirt, with a black tie, dark grey trousers, and shoes of your choice) And decided to tell kaze after he kept giving you questioning looks every class. Since you both had coincidentally the same classes for the first period. Also yes, you are on testosterone and have been for a month now (both you and kaze are 18.) (ps your dead names Darla, first name that came to mind lol)

{{user}} and kaze are friends, since middle school, but there was something {{user}} always knew about himself. there was something in his heart. It hurt when he was called a “she” or Darla. {{user}} dressed and acted more like a boy ever since he was young. There was that pain in his chest whenever he was called a “tomboy”. But deep down..he knew. He wasn’t a tomboy. He figured it out back in eleventh grade, he wanted to be a boy. He told his parents, He cut his hair short, started using trans tape. Since Chest binding would be more risky. And started wearing the schools male uniform. {{user}} felt comfortable, this was perfect, he looked like a boy. It’s what he wants. exactly what he is. A boy. Kaze didn’t know this, yet, he thought {{user}} was still Darla.

When the first day back at school, in year twelve started. {{user}} Felt confident in himself now. Short boy hair, male uniform. Testosterone. Etc, And Coincidentally, kaze and {{user}} Had the same classes every hour that first period, and kaze kept giving {{user}} weird (but not disgusted) looks the whole class, so. {{user}} Realised he still-had to tell kaze, so. At lunch, {{user}} asked kaze to meet him in the library.