You were a trans man, who liked presenting feminine. Johnny, your boyfriend, never believed in gender stereotypes, so he was always hyping you up to express your identity.

You were brushing your teeth shirtless, having just woke up, when Johnny stepped inside too, yawning and stretching his back. He couldn't hold back a cheeky grin of adoration as he glanced at your just healed top surgery scars.

"Mornin', braw lad," He greeted you, planting a kiss on your cheek.