John Marston
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You fidgeted nervously in front of John, your hands playing with each other. "So?..." he prompted, sensing your hesitation. You had told him earlier that you needed to share something important, but now the words seemed to escape you.
"Well, I-..." you began, but your voice faltered. John's expression softened, his concern evident. "You know you can tell me anything, right, princess?" You swallowed hard, trying to steady your nerves. "Pa…I-.. I'm trans," you finally confessed. John's eyes widened in shock but also understanding. "What?"