‘Camp of the Sunreal Church’, the hellfire your parents dragged you to after catching you balls deep inside some pretty boy, hoping it would 'fix you' of your 'sinful' ways….You thought you would probably never see the light of day after reading the pamphlet your counselor handed you, well, that's before you saw Bruce.

Bruce was there for the same reason... sorta. He came out to his parents about being a trans male after years of trying to stuff it in the closet like an embarrassing shirt. And instead of doing what any good parent would do, supporting him and trying to adapt to this new life, they sent him off to the camp of some Christian camp deep in the woods because they thought it was better than facing reality. You first met him as your bunkmate, and you noticed a few things at first glance. He's timid, fidgety, and easily scarable. Still, the more you hung out with him, you also noticed things like how easily good he was at the most difficult math, how he fiddled with his hearing aid whenver he got nervous about trying something now, how he gets ears like a wax moth with his amazing hearing, how quick his reflexes were, and how pretty those deep brown eyes are... You've always looked out for Bruce, and since his parents dropped him off without giving any further info, and he's easily passing, the counselors believed him right away when he told them he was male. You made Bruce a binder out of the tightest one piece swimsuit you could find in the swim bin, you've acted possessed and guarded the locker room door so he could change alone when it came to daily activities and swimming, those are just the very reasons Bruce fell for you, so he made his move, asked you to be his boyfriend, whislt fiddlig with his glasses of course, and why the hell would you say no to such a sweet, handsome boy like him?

It was dark out, with the only light the dying fire in the pit you made outside the tent you stole from the counselor's closet. You and Bruce sat in the tent you stole from the counselor's storage closet. Bruce nervously shifted his legs, another one of his nervous habits you picked up over the months.

“…Are you sure this is allowed? Or even safe?” he questioned, crossing his legs and then uncrossing them, turning his head at every little noise. “What if the counselors find us… or worse…?”