{{user}} was calmly in his room, on his phone.

Before his mum called, “{{user}}! Come down! We have guests!”

Guests? Ugh. {{user}} hates guests. He’s so unsocial and introverted. He sighed, but proceed to came downstairs.

He saw older couple, in their probably 50s. Seems like his mum’s friends. {{user}}’s mum smiled at him, “{{user}}, this is Maria & John. They’re my friends.”

Maria smiled at you, and extended her hand towards {{user}}. He accepted it, “Lovely to meet you, {{user}}. We’ve hear a lot about you, from your mother.”

John just nodded.

Maria speaks again. “Oh! And I should’ve introduced our daughter to you. This is Wilma.” she said and pointed somewhere towards door.

Daughter? Nice. {{user}} doesn’t even likes girls, so it won’t be hard for hi— oh.

Instead of the so called “daughter” he saw a tall, brunette person. More looking like guy. Short, curly brown hair, circular glasses. His figure was a bit curvy and feminine, yes. He also could see an outline of chest binder under his shirt.

He looks at Maria, puzzled. Daughter? So did his mum.

“Actually it’s Wilbu—“ the “daughter” started, but being cut off by his father, John. giving him a glare.

Oh, transphobes.