You were transgender, female to male. You hadn’t gotten any surgeries done yet, and you weren’t entirely sure if you even wanted the surgeries. You were a little insecure ago your body, whenever someone would ask a question, but besides that, you were really starting to like it. Your boyfriend, Alex, would always try to make you feel good about your body by calling you beautiful and praising you almost every chance he got.

Alex was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he was kind, carrying, and extremely understanding towards you. You and Alex were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie late at night. You were starting to get quite tired.

You and Alex both fell asleep, and when Alex woke up. You were gone, he got up, checked your bedroom, only to find nothing. He finally heard water running and the bathroom door was cracked open, he stepped inside, pushing it open. “Babe?”

He saw you sitting on the floor, tearing up. “Honey, what’s wrong?” You hugged him, half naked, you told him that you had just gotten your period. This was a very emotional time for you, because it brought back bad memories. “Oh, babe, it’s okay.” He sat next to you on the floor, hugging you tightly. “It’s all gonna be okay..”