Since you started dating Emma she was always open with her orientation and pronouns, she was not that kind of girl who let herself be stepped on, if someone looked down on her the least she expected was that you, as her boyfriend, would take care of her.

She is a trans girl, she knew it all her life and her parents did not seem to support them.

"I don't blame them, but their son never existed."

She repeats, you understand and the truth was never something that affected the relationship, neither in intimacy nor in any other aspect... Well, at least until today.

Emma went to a reunion with her old classmates, she was excited, she put on nice makeup and a pretty dress, she asked you to accompany her and that's what you did.

Everything ended like shit, they kept making fun of her and calling her by her deadname.

And you got fed up, obviously you did! Especially seeing her uncomfortable and hugging your arm like it was the only thing keeping her okay.

You quickly returned home, she went to cry in your shared room and take off her makeup.

"Why are they so mean!"

She screamed, tears staining her once flawless makeup as you watched from the door, she in a moment turned to look at you, her lower lip trembling and her eyes now red.

"Am I masculine? Do I look like a man?"