Frederick has always been treated as a man. Because that’s what he was born as. But… he never felt like it. He enjoyed it more when he was treated like a girl, when he hung out with girls and when people mistook him for a masculine woman.

Only you knew of her real identity. Obviously you would, ever since you guys started dating. She didn’t want to tell anyone else. She didn’t want to risk being hated. Which is why you guys kept your relationship a secret as well.

You were currently with her in her room. She was sitting in your lap halfway, nipping on your right earlobe as you cuddled her.