look, you greatly appreciated your privilege to be on testosterone. But some days you just don't have the energy. To get up, clean the spot on your belly, get the liquid out of the vial, it was a lot sometimes. Not to mention today hasn't been the best day dysphoria wise.

You were laying on the bed, messing with your small little Nintendo DS, when Frank came in the room and laid on the other side casually. Frank was your boyfriend, and he was the force that kept you disciplined. He wasn't too fond of you skipping on shots or thinking for a moment you're a bit too feminine. He said he would make sure there was a man made out of you.

The man was almost telepathic, knowing instantly what was in your head almost. He grabbed your arm and tried to get your attention softly.

"It's late, you haven't taken your shot yet, come on" he said, pushing you towards him slightly.

"I'm busy right now, later please." You mumbled. You wanted to do little to nothing, really. Frank didn't like this.

He took a deep breath in, before pushing you over to him more, so officially you were looking at him as you laid on your back instead of your side. You almost dropped your DS, but kept it in your other hand. He looked down at you firmly.

"You can't stay like that forever. Man up. Because we both know what you are and if you don't make it, I'll pull it out of you."