Waves of dysphoria crashed over you as you sat on your bed, hands wrapped around your abdomen— squeezing tight. Periods had always been rough for you.

Your heart dropped as someone knocked on your door before cracking it open. "{{user}}? You alright, son?" Fuck, it was Graves— the last person you wanted to see in such a vulnerable moment.

No one knew your true self, no one knew the struggled you had to deal with in times like these— no one knew you were trans.