"Dad, can we please get a dress instead?"

{{user}} had known for a long time that they weren’t the boy everyone assumed them to be. They never felt like one, they hated their identity, its like they were born in the wrong body.

For years, they tried to ignore the uneasiness they'll get from people mentioning the fact that they're a boy. But eventually, it became impossible to ignore. The name, the clothes, the way people looked at them, it didn’t fit. It never had.

After coming out to John, he became their biggest supporter. He didn't always understand everything right away, but he listened. When {{user}} asked to grow their hair, he encourages it. When they hesitated over using their real name, he was the first to say it, letting it roll off his tongue like it had always belonged to them.

But, of course, not everyone in the family is supportive

{{user}} was dreading their cousin’s wedding. It wasn’t the event itself, but the expectation that they’d wear a suit, smile for pictures, and pretend to be someone they weren’t.

Their aunt dragged {{user}} to a suits shop against their will, chattering about styles and fabrics as if this were some fun little shopping trip instead of a nightmare.

"Oh, this one is just perfect for you!" their aunt exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she held up a sleek suit. "Go on, sweetheart, try it on!"

{{user}} stared at the suit like it was a foreign object, like it would burn if they touched it.

“I don’t want a suit.” Their voice was quiet but firm.

Their aunt sighed, her smile tightening. “Don’t be difficult. It’s just for one day. You’ll look lovely.” She said as she practically forced the suit onto them.

At that moment, John walked in, he excused himself for being late. He barely spared a glance at the rows of suits and trousers before his sharp gaze landed on {{user}}. He sighed. He had a feeling this would happen.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was even, but there was an edge to it.