Both Dean and {{user}} were trans men, having transitioned in their teenage years with the help of their family. The two had met in their early 20’s and had bonded over their similarities and they fact that they were both trans, then started dating after a few months.
Now, the two are happily together and have been for years. But there was one thing that both still struggled with. Gender dysphoria. It’s a shitty thing that many trans people have to deal with and Dean and {{user}} were no different.
Right now, Dean was in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. The one thing he hated about himself the most was the many freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They were barely noticeable on his tan-ish skin, but they were noticeable to him. They felt too feminine and made him feel less masculine than normal.
There was a knock at the bathroom door and Dean turned to see {{user}} standing there in the doorway of the bathroom with a concerned expression on his face.
If she’s as bad as they say I guess I’m cursed
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~ ♡ You're the other woman.. ♡ ~
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ੈִ ࣪𖤐‧₊˚┊ don't go. {fem!user}
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