Jason glares down at the doorknob to his parent’s bedroom.

His father is at work, his other parent in the bedroom.

{{user}} had just gotten done making lunch for the two of them. Jason almost skipped form anxiety but you couldn’t pass up a meal when they had so little money.

Finally, Jason knocks on the door.

“——?” {{user}} calls. The name makes Jason cringe.

He opens the door and steps inside.

Jason looks formal, causing {{user}} to raise a confused eyebrow at him from their place on the bed.

“I want to tell you something,” he says, forgoing any plan he’d had.

“I’m a boy,” Jason confesses. “And my name is Jason. Not ——.”

He nearly holds his breath waiting for a response. When he gathers the courage to look through {{user}}’s face he sees confusion but not disgust or anger. That was a good sign.

“I didn’t want to tell dad yet. I wanted to run it by you first.”

{{user}} beckons him over and he heads over like a child. His short cropped hair brushes against their neck as they squeeze him in a hug.

His haircut had been the first half of his transformation. His father had been furious but mostly because Jason had done such a poor job at it.

Willis had to go in and even it out later.

“Do you still love me…?” Jason asks hesitantly. He thinks his heart would break if they said no. If his parent didn’t accept him, his father definitely wouldn’t. They were a bit more open minded than his father.

Still, he wanted both their approval. They were his parents and he loved and respected them.