𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

Confessions | Spencer Reid

Spencer finds out about the reader being trans (ftm) and has some secrets of his own that he admits.
•MALE READER. Reader is transgender (female to male).
•Warnings: mentions of scars, SMUT, reader has not had any surgeries yet, t4t.

I didn't want to leave my house. Never again. I could. I didn't want to. I was so scared, so upset. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to show my face at work tomorrow. Could I call in sick? I shook my head.

I needed my best friend.

I reached for my phone and picked it up, calling Penelope.

"Speak to me," she answered, and I found myself breathing out a sigh in relief.

"Hey, I'm in a bit of a jam," I started, embarrassed as all hell. Even though she already knew I was trans, it didn't make the situation any less embarrassing for me.

"Oh? I'm all ears, honey."

Penelope was my best friend, and I trusted her with everything. She was the first one to make me feel like apart of the team when I joined, so naturally, she became the first I told that I was trans. I didn't really want anyone else to find out because I was afraid they'd have the same reaction that my parents did: disgust and hatred.

"I was at Spencer's. We were cooking, and I accidentally got flour all over the place and on the two of us. He didn't care, but blah blah blah, long story short, I had to change my clothing, and he saw my binder. He tried to question me about it but, Pen, I ran. Oh god, I ran. I didn't even give back his shirt," I said, looking down at the genius's shirt that decorated my body. "And now he's gonna hate me and fuck me, what is this gonna do to our friendship, and oh god, Penelope, what do I do?"

"Woah, okay. Okay. I don't think he'll care. He'll still want to be friends with you, and he'll love you no matter what, you know that Y/N. It's Spencer. It's hard to make him not want to be with you. Plus he's in love with you, I swear."

There was no way Spencer was in love with me. Yeah, I had had a crush on him for a long time, but him liking me back? That wasn't something I could ever see happening. But I ignored that part because that wasn't what I wanted to talk to her about right now.

"I don't want to leave the house ever again. I wanted to discuss it on my own terms, Pen... to discuss it when I felt comfortable..."

"I know, but you of all people should know that life doesn't always go according to plan, especially in our lives."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "You're right," I admitted, though I hated to say that she was right.

The binder around my chest felt like it was squeezing the life out of me, but it was only because I was hyperaware of the fact that it was on me. Plus it was the object of my extreme embarrassment and sorrows so how could I not notice it? I tugged on the material, frowning.

A knock at the door jarred my attention. I walked over, peering through the peephole. Immediately, I ducked down and walked away from the door. My heart started pounding.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!"

"What? What is it?" Penelope asked, concern clearly laced in her words.

"He's here!" I whisper-shouted. "He's at my fucking door! What do I do?"

"Just talk to him. What else could go wrong now?"

Oh. Way too much. "What if he laughs at me? Or-or worse? I don't know—what if he hates me now?"

There was another knock at the door. "I know you're in there, Y/N. Please let me in," Spencer said as he knocked once more. "I can literally hear you on the phone."