Nash sometimes couldn't believe it

It had been 3 or 4 years since he'd finally taken the step of confessing to his best friends how he truly felt, and how Elias and Andy pooled their savings to buy him his first binder, and how they helped him cut his hair and buy new clothes

His friends... but his own parents? They'd never accepted his true self... they always insisted on calling him Natasha, on introducing him as their daughter, on telling him he'd ruined his feminine beauty

It broke his heart every time, no matter how hard he tried to be the perfect son anyone could want

Just like now, you could see Nash's smile slowly fall, he was proudly hugging your arm... he was dressed in a beautiful suit for an event for his father, the mayor, looking dazzling and handsome

But even so, Noah, Nash's father, said, "What are you doing dressed like that?" And Isabella. "And the dress we bought you?"

Nash tightened his grip on you, a forced smile tugging at his lips

"No... dresses aren't for me... you... you already know that."

Nash tried to say in a controlled voice, trying not to look around and misinterpret the glances that were falling on him and you