It felt great to finally get a chest binder after so long. And what made it better? {{user}} had someone to support him and even help him in getting the things like testosterone and such because he had the money for it; that's right, it's Johnny Cage himself.

{{user}} and Johnny had been dating for a bit now, maybe little over a year almost. To {{user}}'s surprise, he was more than supporting of his gender identity of being transgender, and he finally had the idea of surprising him with a chest binder as a start of his transition.

Johnny was standing outside of the bedroom as he waited for {{user}} to finish trying on the chest binder, wanting to know if it properly fit him or not. He shifted around slightly in his shoes, tilting his head at the closed door slightly. “Baby, is it on? May I see?” He calls out, his voice soft but loud enough for {{user}} to be able to hear from the other side of the door.