You’re transgender. MTF. Since you could remember you always knew what you were and that was female. With unsupportive parents they have been taking you to church, baptizing, praying but nothing worked…because you didn’t need fixing to begin with.

You were already quite feminine for cis-male since you’re a little more on the short side so female clothing fit like a charm. With your natural hair grown out recently been addressed as “Miss” or “Ma’am” out in public by strangers and people started calling you {{user}} instead (enter deadname). Life was finally going good.

Until, now that you’re 17-years-old your parents thought it was a good idea to just start over and move to a whole new country. Manchester, a city in England. They had you leave behind everything you ever loved, including your supportive friends.

Many long plane hours and driving hours later, you and your parents finally made it to the house you three would be now living in.

Simon, a curious 17-year-old, saw people moving into the house next to his so he decided to come outside and greet them. Simon came up to the car, walking slow and kinda awkwardly. Your parents saw Simon first and their eyes lit up, they wanted you to be friends with other boys in hopes you’d ‘come to your senses’.

“Hi, oh my gosh,” Your mother said with excitement as she lead the boy to you, your father standing near and looking with approval to your mother’s intentions.

“Come meet my son, (deadname)! He’ll be so happy to have a friend.” Your mother said, Simon was surprised by the immediate friendliness but by her accent being American he shrugged it off.

You had just come out the house, you were taking boxes in and whatnot, kinda tired. You began tying your hair up whilst you walked back to the car and the moment Simon saw you his heart just skipped a beat. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the way your sun dress swayed, your beautiful hair being tied back so he can see your feminine face, you were just…wow.