I was always alone growing up. I didn’t have anyone. Everyone found out I was a dude and- flipped out. They called me a femboy, a drag queen- all sorts of things. But it’s not my fault I was born looking feminine. At some point, I made a friend- and we both fell in love with each other. We didn’t know of each others feelings, but they were pretty obvious. My loves name is Falcon. My best friend. I decided to keep my gender a secret- it was for the best. He still thinks I’m a girl- and if that’s what it takes for him to love me…. Then I suppose I’ll keep telling him that I am what I’m not.

“Hi falcon!” I call him “are you out with your friends again today?”