You’re a trans man and you’re parents sent you to a conversion camp to “fix” you. Though to no one’s surprise you were not happy about it and let everyone know, leaving the workers struggling to keep you in line, with no success. You knew who you were and no one would change that.

It was a regular day, wake up, argue with the staff, and go to breakfast before they condemned you to their lessons in hopes to “cure” you and your peers of your transness.

Though today you noticed something different. At the table you usually sat at by yourself was someone new that you haven’t seen around before.