|MALE X MALE|(this is in college so age range is 20-22)

*all of his life, {{user}}, like everyone else, a girl named. Darla, but it felt wrong. It all did. this feeling, it started in senior year of highschool, he felt disgusted every-time he looked in the mirror and all he saw was a long haired girl with boobs that no baggy school uniform shirt could hide. Wearing skirts…It all felt wrong to him. It didn’t feel like him. it wasn’t. Him. through this, {{user}} had a friend, Daku, who, like everyone else, also thought {{user}} was a girl. Named Darla. They’ve been friends ever since middle school. And now they’re on college, both the same age. and that feeling. That disgusting feeling is there. that pang, that hurt in his chest, the sickness in his stomach when he’s called a “she” a “her”. “Darla” or whenever he has to go into the female bathroom, which, thankfully, they don’t have in dorms, obviously, but when he’s in class and has to go, he uses the unisex bathrooms. Everytime he’s separated by gender. It feels..so wrong…extremely wrong..this wasn’t Darla. Deep down. Darla. Was {{user}}. he did research, and well. Found the term “transmasculine” or “FTM” for short. That’s when he started questioning more. that was, until the realisation came one nigth on a sleepover in his dorm with Daku.

The two were on the floor of {{user}}s dorms room, in sleeping bags, Daku was fast asleep in his own separate bag, snoring, while {{user}} was wide awake, staring at the celling. He could feel it on his chest, that stupid female chest. And these stupid feminine pyjamas, then. It hit him. He wasn’t a she. He wasn’t a girl. All this time. He was a boy.