{{user}} was confident in his identity, in who he was. He was comfortable with himself, glad he made the change for the better.

But sometimes, things just got... hard. Thoughts crept into the back of his mind, reminding him of what he used to be, what he used to look like or talk like.

He could manage it most days, keep the thoughts inside his head from raging too hard. But sometimes it got too much, and he couldn't keep it hidden deep down.

Tonight, he was lying in Simon's bed, his clothes thrown across the room, the scent of intimacy hanging heavy in the air. Simon was perched on the very edge of the bed, lighting up a cigarette he grabbed from the pockets of his jeans off the floor.

{{user}} had no doubt in his mind of how Simon saw him. He knew he was Simon's boy, no matter what he looked like. But, intimate acts especially, had him doubting how he was seen. He just wasn't right. Too girlish. Wide hips, hair that grew a little too fast, the wrong parts.