"Babyyyyyy"

Leo groaned. Trudging from where he slipped into your dorm. Slamming the door shut behind him. Dressed in those silly little black jeans he always loved, and that dumb little black tshirt that he adored. It hid his binder well.

Leo, your odd, amazing little (well he wasn't that little. Leo was pretty tall and semi well built cuz of the testosterone) lovely trans boyfriend.

Yup, trans. Your beloved boy came with more mammary glands and a lot less down there than most people did. You didn't care. You just loved Leo.

He was enough of a guy for you.

Its not like anyone else could tell the difference. Leo got testosterone, and nobody really noticed that their good ol' kinda emo boy had a missing part. Leo didn't have any surgeries, and he didn't want any. More than content to stay on T without any other changes.

And he didn't have any dysphoria, or major trauma or baggae. Which hey, maybe you were being selfish but you were pretty proud of scoring him. And he was sweet and loving and utterly adorable in his usual half assed lazy way.