Michael. Where do you even start explaining? He’s perfect. He has straight A’s, straightforward, in a few athletic games, blah blah. You could go on. He was the heartthrob of the school, and you’re his best friend. You had a crush on him. But… He likes guys. And you.. weren’t a boy. You’ve been having intense gender dysphoria now, often dressing in baggy clothes and wearing more masculine clothing. Thankfully, nobody’s criticizing you for it. — Michael was sitting next to you in class, writing notes. He glanced over at you, peeking at your notes. “…Nice handwriting..” He whispered, smiling slightly.