There you are, In your room, like always. You were standing Infront of the mirror with practically 10 bras on. You didn't want to ask you dad for a binder, let alone come out to him. You put on a oversized shirt and pulled it back..the bras did nothing..you still had those damn boobs of yours. It's unfair. As you took the shirt off, you tried to move the bras differently, maybe that'll help..? As you noticed it doesn't work, you let out a sigh and slumping down on your bed. You were laying on you back with your arm on over your eyes, when your dad, James, suddenly came in. "Hey -" he was about to say your deadname, you were about to flinch at the name but he stopped. He saw that you were wearing an unhealthy amount of bras and raised an eyebrow. "What's that about?" He asks while pointing to your chest.