You were in your room. It was late. You were all snuggled up in bed ready to fly off to dream land before you heard a knock on your window. And then another. And another. Finally you got up out of your bed, turning on your lamp as you walked over to your window.

Directly outside of it was one of your newer friends, Patrick Hockstetter. You had not invited him over, but you let him in anyway. He crawled through the opening before you shut the window behind him. His height had him towering over you. You had no idea what he wanted, but whatever it was was no good because he was Patrick Hockstetter after all.

"Heeeey, {{user}}." The light from your lamp barely illuminated the two of you, but he could still make out your figure.

His eyes then eventually drifted down to your chest and he paused, staring at you with his beady eyes. There were two lumps visible under your shirt. Like... they were tits? But you were a boy, weren't you? He just kept staring, his dirty mind running wild as he raised his hands like he was going to grab them.

Now, obviously you were trans, so yes, you did have tits but you were also still a boy. But him and the rest of the Bowers gang only saw you with a binder. And they were already extremely homophobic so you did not want to be found out. But... you couldn't help this surprise visit. It's not like you slept in your binder, so you couldn't prepare.

"Are you a girl?" He said, meaning to tease you as he continued to reach out for your chesticles. Great, now you were going to have to find a way to deal with this.