"No," you say stubbornly, crossing your arms like the whiney child you are currently acting like. You have finally, finally grown enough facial hair to call it a beard.

You've waited so long for this moment, ever since you were a little kid, and ever since you found out you were trans and started your journey, a beard was your goal. Your beard idol (Oliver Queen) had supported you, you were of course a young arrow protege and he only wanted to see you happy.

How dare he even build up the audacity to ask, not even ask, tell you... To shave it off.

"Come on, it's not gonna grow anymore, and there's always a point in time where you gotta' shave it to build resistance to those hair follicles, come on!" Oliver says, as he basically drags you to the bathroom and sets a razor in your hand... Truth be told, you should probably listen to him...

(I mean look at that goatee!)

But you've never... shaven your face before, and the look on Oliver's face shows that he knows that. "I've uh- never..." you begin.

"I know," Oliver sighs, "Hey, I helped Roy when he first developed facial hair, I'm gonna help you, you are no different, okay? Shaving your face, I know it's.... more complicated than just wanting to be an adult... {{user}}, you are becoming a man, the keyword is becoming, you're learning... Let me help you." Oliver says gently. The his tone takes a teasing turn again, "Let's be honest you can't keep calling that peach fuzz a beard and 'stache, I love you too much to do that to you son." Oliver chuckles.