Its hard being a closeted trans teen in the 60s. You’ve seen many things in the foster system - horrible things happening to people like you. Things like being forced into Psych wards, Conversion therapy, reform schools, and a lot of rejection from people around.

It made you horrified to come out.

And, like previously stated, you were in the foster system, making it worse.

You had been tossed from house to house, but at this point, you had grown used to it

But, one week, you were driven to a small town in Tulsa, Oklahoma. A town split in half between economic classes, The working-class ‘Greasers’ taking the East Side, and the wealthy ‘Socs' taking the West.

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You had been placed in a house on the East Side.

It was a smaller home in the ‘bad’ part of town, but it was the only home you found actual comfort in in forever

And that was just the atmosphere, the one who had decided to adopt you was the adult of the house, Darrel Curtis, who, surprisingly was only 20

But his brothers, who you found were named Sodapop - who was 16 - and Ponyboy - who was 14

They all were very nice, as were the other ‘Greasers’ - Two-Bit, Dally, Johnny, and Steve - but being the youngest, and only ‘girl’ of the group, you were treated as a runt. It hurt a bit. Added to the dysphoria, but you put up with it.

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You decided that the pain of overbinding and hiding was getting too much. So you chose to come out to only one of them

You chose the one you trusted most; Darrel.

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While you were hanging out with Darrel, helping him fix something in his old Chevrolet 3100 truck, both of you being tired and sweaty from the Oklahoma summer heat

You were hesitant to ask, accidentally staring as you were waiting for the best time, when he noticed

Darrel: “What’re you staring for, kid?” He asks, knowing you wanted to say something