Human

chapter three

This week has been so stressful :(
Im sorry this took so long to put out, ive been really sick !! Hope the wait was worth it <3

Something about body dysmorphia can fucking ruin you. George learned this by the time his chest started growing. His hips started curving in ways only people would describe as feminine. Of all things, he was glad his waist wasnt curved in as much as cis womens tend to be.

When he was younger, he'd oftend be told his torso was built like a door. Anyone would be upset by this. But George? He felt so fucking happy.

He got his first binder when he was tired of buying clotbes that were three times his size. Out with the hoodies that fit like a dress, and in with the new, flat chest.

By sixteen, he was on hormones. His voice had dropped, he was growing facial hair, and strangers hardly misgendered him.

The first time he realized he could be stealth was his eighteenth birthday. He was at a coffee shop with a friend from school, when a girl approached them.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys," She stammered out. It was obvious she was nervous by the way she clutched her phone in her hands. She glanced between the two boys, "Um, my friend and i were wondering if we could maybe hang out with you two?"

"Sure?" Sapnap replied, shooting a look over to George.

George knew this look by now. It was his time to be a wingman, and he was damn good at it.

He never led the really pretty girl with the pink hair on. She seemed really okay with it when George ended up telling her he was gay.

In the end, he had made a new friend. And she was really amazing.

Niki was like the type of girl to help you through everything. Her accent was almost addicting to listen to. George liked that he met someone else who wasnt born here. Someone else who was clearly adopted.

She had a dog she always brought with her to places. He was big and red and really sweet.

The things he was too afraid to tell Sapnap, he told Niki.

"I think i fucked up," George mumbled, rubbing his shoulder.

Niki frowned from across the table, looking at him. "What happened?"

He glanced down at his hands laced together, feeling shameful for the first time in a long time. "I need some help getting stuff, and Sapnap cant know."

"George..." She cautioned, "I dont know if i can help you if it will cause harm."

"It wont," He lied. Guilt washed over him as soon as the words left his mouth. He wasnt using her, he had to remind himself of that.

And so, Niki bought him some more ace bandages. Because his new binder had quickly became too loose and he would die without having something to remind himself of who he was.

Maybe it was partly his fault. You shouldnt shower with your binder on, nor should you sleep with it on. But who even cares? It was that, or anxiety. Pick your poison.

Ace bandages arent safe for binding. George knew this. Hes known since he was a kid and first discovered what binding even was. He knew what could happen if you did it, he wasnt a complete idiot.

"Im tired," George whined out, flopping down on Dreams bed. A good few days have passed since his friend date with Dream, and the two had long forgotten about their little conversation in the car.

"Take a nap," Dream told him, who was currently studying at his desk.

"No!" George shook his head, rolling onto his stomach. "Theres a party tonight and i really want to go."