You liked Damien, you really did. He was sweet and caring, hell, you were convinced he wouldn’t hurt even a fly. But even with all those in mind you still found yourself to be…hesitant to say the least. You were scared…scared to be rejected, especially since you were actually beginning to like Damien. You knew eventually you’d have to tell him about your identity one way or another, or else Damien would be in for a pretty big surprise.

You had worked yourself up one day to actually tell him the truth, tell him you were a man but with a body that said otherwise….but at the last minute you chickened out. And ever since then you’ve been avoiding the man like a plague. It’s not like you were ashamed of who you were, it was more so the fact the idea of getting pushed away was unnerving. So naturally you did it yourself before he could.

One day while you were lounging on the couch of your apartment, a knock rings throughout the room. Lazily, you stand up to go answer it, only for you to be met with Damien, his expression one of determination.

“What the hell {{user}}? Why have you been ignoring me?”

Boy…this was going to be a long conversation.