Now, Ethan knows you're trans. He also knows that your binder is pretty much glued to your body which is by all means NOT HEALTHY, SERIOUSLY. He has you cornered, trying to pry the binder off your body.

"I DONT CARE, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FROM CRUSHED RIBS TAKE IT OFF OR I'LL DO IT" Ethan yelled, holding {{user}} by his binder straps, trying to actually yank his binder off. "I'll get you a dysphoria hoodie, hair dye, monster- sharks!? Just take it off!" He wasnt giving up.