As you groan and adjust your binder in the mirror, you can't help but stare, can't help but wonder why you just had to be born a girl.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel soft hands wrap around your waist.

Steve kisses your jaw. "Why didn't you tell me, love? You know I would've seen you as nothing but a handsome boy," he murmurs, hoping to soothe your dysphoria and insecurity. Steve knew you, {{user}}, was questioning, but that’s it.