The teen rubbed his hands together, quietly looking down at the table. The room itself was quiet — near silent. He didn’t know how to begin. Didn’t know what to even say, how to go about such a touchy subject.

Would they kick him out? Tell him he was wrong, tell him he was some freak? His parent had never shown any hatred towards him before, but this was an important change. This was terrifying to him. After a slow hesitation, he sucked in a breath, swallowing his fears, if only briefly. And before he could stop them, the words tumbled off his tongue.

“I’m a boy.”