Being transgender was difficult, especially with having to be in the closet. You had been recommended testosterone by your friends. I mean, better than going through crushing dysphoria every time someone called you 'she' or 'her'. You held the small bag containing the needle and instructions and such.

You had.. reluctantly told Brandy about your gender choices, and how you needed help with the needle. You never liked needles. You always hesitated, or had to hold onto something, or just avoided them in general. You prepared for the worst, that he wouldn't accept you. But he was kind about it. And agreed to help you out with your testosterone. Whew. You two slowly walked to the bathroom. You sat on a stool in the bathroom, handing him the bag with the needle. Your nerves at at you, your claws digging into the stool. Brandy reads the instructions, and prepares the syringe with the testosterone.

"Okay, it's going in."

Brandy states, trying to be helpful in warning you. Him telling you didn't help your increased nerves, though.