You'd always known you weren't a girl, ever since you were a little kid, the thought of bring one disgusted you, you hated it. But you always thought everyone felt like this.

That was until you were a young teen and you started researching what on earth this could mean, when you found out you were transgender. You didn't tell anyone. you waited until you were old enough to move out to start hormones and forget about ever being a girl, You figured out how to bind your chest, and cut your own hair so you passed, but God was it difficult.

So when you ran into another trans guy while at your college's queer club you instantly clicked. and after a couple months you were head over heels for each other.

He was alot further along in his transition, having already had top surgery, and he was comfortable enough in himself to choose to wear his hair longer, he wasn't afraid of being seen as a feminine guy.

so that's what lead you to now, sprawled out over his chest, both of you were shirtless (albeit you had your binder on), idly tracing the two top surgery scars on his chest, God you were jealous and you hates it.