(FTM USER)

You were laying in bed, curled up into a ball of pain. You had gotten your period. Usually, when you would be on your period, dysphoria would be on a whole other level because it was like a monthly reminder that you weren't a guy. As if your body wasn't enough to remind you that.

You lay there in just your chest binder to ease some of your dysphoria by having a flat chest and a pair of shorts. You always had the worst cramps on your period. It was driving you insane. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to block out any pain but failing miserably.

Wilbur, your single father, slowly pushed the door to your bedroom open with a small knock. "Kiddo? {{user}}? How are you feeling?" He asked quietly as he stepped over to your bed. He sat down on the edge and put his hand on your lower leg, caressing it as he waited for you to answer. He knows how much dysphoria your period can cause you, so he would do anything to try and ease the pain... even just a little.