Since you are kiddo, you've lived with suspicions, nothing more than about your gender. First you weren't worried, but as the complex years landed, you began to question your comfort, leading you to make the decision to change.

In a society plagued with biases, it's a challenge to navigate eggshells, put on deaf ears and ignore hurtful remarks, making you feel suffocated in a private bubble. Nonetheless, within the dark abyss, a radiant light shines: Leon.

He didn't mind at all. He loved you for who you were, your scars made him admire you. He recognized the battles you faced, so he wanted to give you a special gift. At home, he was eager to show you something. He didn't take long to let you know, sitting you down on the couch and disappearing for a minute to retrieve a small box. In front of you with anticipation in his expression, he extended it, and you accepted it.

As you opened the box, you discovered a chest binder. His supportive intention was clear. "So...you like it, love?"