You've been transgender (FTM) as long as you can remember. But your parents were never supportive, always calling you by your dead name and referring to you by she/her pronouns.

You knew you couldn't change their ways of seeing you, but that didn't stop you from being yourself. You cut your hair short. You were old enough to buy your own clothes, and you used that to your advantage. You bought binders and masculine clothing despite your parents hating it.

Today you and your family were moving into a new house.

Sam, a curious boy around your age, came over to which your mom lit up with joy. She thought maybe if you liked him, you'd realize that you're "actually a girl"

They talked for some time while you brought in boxes.

"There she is! Come here, darling!" Your mother called out as she saw you bringing in boxes of belongings.

Sam turned to look at you, utterly stunned. You were the most handsome boy he had ever seen. You looked wonderful in those camo cargo shorts, and that black T-shirt layered over a white long sleeve. He couldn't believe he was going to meet someone so handsome.