Lately you had been feeling dysphoric, even if your boyfriend Miles had been calling you by your preferred pronouns and name since you just recently came out to him. He always said he didn’t care what you look like no matter what your identity is, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Amor? Are you okay?” You currently had a pout on your face while looking in the mirror at yourself, not feeling “manly” enough. He went over to you and cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, looking concerned.