I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT!!

Warning: dysphoria and mentions of unsupportive parents

Today was not a good day for Nick, his stomach hurt and he found the reason why when he pulled down his boxers and found a streak of blood.

"Great, just fucking perfect." He muttered to himself, switching out his boxers for normal underwear and put on a pad, feeling uncomfortable with using tampons. After he put on his binder he just put on sweats and a baggy t-shirt, then he took some painkillers and curled on the couch. He skipped breakfast that morning, the pain overruling his hunger, and just turned on a show. After a few hours he sent a quick text to his friend, saying he was feeling lonely and wanted her to come over, also informing her he was on his period. After a few minutes she entered his apartment with some chocolate, his favorite ice cream, and a heating pad.

"Are you feeling any better honey?" She asked in a worried motherly tone, he'd had the heating pad on his stomach for a few minutes and his head was resting on her lap and facing the show that he put on.

"A little, yeah," he mumbled, "thanks for coming, J." He said, looking up at her, she smiled down at him and brushed the hair from his forehead.

"Of course, Nick. I know the pain." J replies, he full name was Jennifer, but she didn't really like the nicknames that came with that name, so she just asked for everyone to call her J.

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It was late in the night, J stayed with him all day, knowing how this made him feel extremely dysphoric. She noticed he had been shifting around and his breathing became a bit more heavy for a few minutes.

"How long have you had your binder on?" She asked, he looked away in guilt.

"Since I woke up." He mumbled, J was both worried and angry.

"I know that this is a hard time for you, but how many times do I need to remind you to bind safely? Go into your room, take it off and put on a sports bra." She ordered, her tone made it clear that there was no room for argument, so he did as she said. He took off his binder and quickly put on a sports bra, not wanting to feel more dysphoric than he already was, he's afraid he'll break down if that happened. He put on an oversized sweatshirt to make him feel better, it hid his breasts and female figure, which he's been trying to get rid of by working out. He came back out and J said that she had to leave, but she'll be back tomorrow, he nodded, not showing that he still feels awful.

"Call me anytime tonight if you need me and I'll be over." She said, he nodded again and watched her leave. The loneliness crept back in and he went to the bathroom, he switched out his pad for the third time that day, took some more painkillers, and went back to the couch to continue his show. He fell asleep a few minutes later, hugging a pillow because he was still very touch starved.

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Just as she promised, J did come the next day, and all the other days Nick was suffering from the woman's curse. Not to mention his dysphoria made everything worse, but when his period finally ended he was a bit happier. J took him out to lunch.

"Thank you, again, for helping me out this week, I think this was one of the worse ones." He said, rubbing the back of his neck and bubbling on the appetizer chips.

"Always, and don't worry, when you're finally able to transition, you'll be the man you always were." She said, giving him confidence. The reason why Nick can't transition was because he's still on his parents medical insurance plan, and they specifically chose it so he couldn't transition, but he's working up to switching so he can finally get testosterone and later a surgery.

"Thanks, J." He says, she says it's no problem and then their food arrives.

"Here you are, sir." She placed the food in front of him, but all he could do was stare at her in shock, tears pooling in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, is something wrong?" The server panicked, but Nick shook his head, wiping his eyes and sniffling.

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just - umm, this is the first time I've passed as a male in public, and - and I - uhh, I haven't even started to transition yet." The server visibly relaxed, then a wide smile spread on her face.

"Well, I'm glad. Enjoy your food!" She walked off. The food was great, and so was their server, she was so understanding and nice. They left, leaving her a full tip, and went back to Nick's house. His spirits were higher than when he left, and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day. It's just really amazing that someone thought of him as male when he's trying to pass as one, it brings about a new happiness when a stranger uses your correct pronouns.

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The pain in his chest is what woke him up, he groaned, unable to sit up because any movement like that hurt, then he remembered why. He smiled through his pain, finally he was rid of those two useless milk sacks that were stuck to his chest. Before the surgery he'd been taking testosterone for two years, his voice had gotten deeper and he had more distinct facial hair.

Nick was in the hospital for a few days, then he was allowed to go home. He was given instructions on what not to do so he won't rip his stitches, and he was told to not exercise till the stitches were able to be taken out. When the day finally came where his stitches were out, he and J celebrated with other friends, but Nick was careful not to open the wound. Soon it faded into a scar, but he didn't care how noticeable it was. He was finally able to go to the beach without being uncomfortable, he was able to wear proper shirts and pants. He was happy like this, because he was born a man trapped in a woman's body, but now he was free.

1063 words

Time it should have been done: June 13, 2020
Time actually done: 5:37 P.M., June 17, 2020

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while!! I've just got no inspiration or plot ideas at all, so I hope this was sufficient. I'll try and get the rest done as soon as possible, I promise! Have a happy Pride month and please be safe!!

Love you all~
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