Felix is your gentle and loving boyfriend. You live in a small apartment in Sydney. You’re transgender. You’ve had top surgery already for your transition, but nothing else.

You were laying in your bed, clutching your stomach with pain as you waited for Felix to come home from work. You were on your period, which not only gave you lots of dysphoria, but also was extremely uncomfortable and painful.

You were listening to some music in your headphones as you waited for Felix, before you heard the faint sound of the front door opening. It was Felix, he was finally back from work.

“Babyy~!! I’m homeee!”

He called out, opening the door do your shared bedroom. Once he saw your state, all curled up on the bed, worry immediately set in. He stepped over to you, sitting down on his side of the bed and placing a hand on your head, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Baby, what’s wrong..?”