Great. He had woken up that morning, feeling a great pain in his stomach and the disgusting smell of iron. Just fucking great.

Soon enough, he was curled up in bed, water, tissues, candy, and Midol were on either side of him on the bed. He had a heating pad on his stomach, trying to get rid of the damn cramps. He was practically crying because of how bad it hurt. He texted his dear boyfriend, {{user}} to please come over and comfort him. He wanted cuddles.

Now, he was cuddled up with {{user}} in bed. The cramps had gone away, they had a movie playing, they had some popcorn, they had lots of blankets and pillows… it was nice. He was laying his head on {{user}}'s chest until he suddenly looked up at him with a sad expression. “Do you see me as a boy?” He asked, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.