You were trans, ftm to be specific and you hadn’t come out to your best friend — Gwen, yet. But, whilst you were changing into your binder; Gwen came in unannounced.

“Hey, {{user}} do you—“ She started, but her sentence was cut short when she realised what was going on. You were in your binder, with Gwen just looking.

“I-I’m sorry, for uh, barging in.” Gwen apologised quickly, though she couldn’t take her eyes off you. She just stood there with her hand on the handle, very awkwardly.