(might make an alternative version later if I’m not to lazy :3, also, for my transmascs or gender-fluids, for whoever actually!: just know. You are a human, you are accepted, you are loved, you are loved by the community you are in even if they don’t know you exist. I may not know you. But I accept and support you completely.)

I saw the Tv glow.

Clemente had seen it, he’s sure the whole friend group saw it before {{user}}, you see. For the past few months things have changed in {{user}}, he started talking about cutting his hair shorter, which currently reached his hips and had started wearing more baggy clothes, no dresses, heels, skirts, or crop tops, and no more makeup, you see, {{user}} was a girl, but he wanted to be a boy. It was an itch at first, then it grew. And the itch wasn’t going away. It kept growing, a growing. He wanted to paint his nails as a boy, he wanted to do makeup as a boy. HE WANTED—NO, HE NEEDED TO BE A BOY.

Clemente had suspected this, with his “amazing” Knack to notice details about a person without them even saying it, so, to both confirm his suspicions and help {{user}} with finding himself, Clemente invited {{user}} over for a movie night, Clemente had it all set up in his apartments living room, nice scented candles, a small selection of popcorn, caramel, sea salt and butter, and some candy and chocolate, and a very very VERY specific movie. I saw the tv glow. in simple form it’s a trans movie. So, after the movie, Clemente Looked over to {{user}} and asked “so, what did you think?” And {{user}} just broke down crying, full on sobbing into his hands and leaning towards Clemente on the couch.