Dysphoric (DNF-ftmGeorge)

Part 46

Bruuhhhh dysphoria crisis moment, going shopping for jeans with a friend.
First: want to wear giant dysphoria hoodie but it goes down to my knees and I would look odd. But normal hoodie 2 sizes too big still makes me look feminine.
Second: jeans. No. Hips hello? Go away.
Men's jeans r tight on hips. Y hips? Don't need em, overrated 🪓.

Triggers:
Mentions of self-harm

Third person pov:

The two ate their food, Sapnap joined their conversation for a bit when he came down to get food for him and his boyfriends before leaving again.
They had been in their room all day, after whatever happened with Quackity happened, he was a little shaken up and very clingy with the other two, plus he was leaving in a few days and they wanted to spend as much time together as possible before he left.

Dream and George had almost completely forgotten about the call for a while, the brunette was still feeling a little on edge but felt reassured by Dreams presence.
Until the topic took a turn.

"Oh yeah, wasn't your arm hurting earlier? I don't know if I hurt it when I grabbed it or not, I'm sorry if I did" he frowned, feeling guilty.

George wanted to just lie and say Dream grabbed too hard or turned it weirdly, but in fact he grabbed it as gentle as possible and had no way of hurting him unless it was already hurt.
Which it was.
He pictured what his arms looked like in his head, littered with red streaks that only multiplied every single day after falling back into that routine. Though he tried not to, just not his best.

"Um yeah I'm good" he lied, his voice shaking slightly. He didn't want to imagine how Dream would react, it could only lead to a negative reaction, maybe even break up with him because he would think it was disgusting and wrong, that he wasn't sane or maybe even send him to a mental hospital like his old councillor tried to do 6 years ago.

"You don't sound very sure" he frowned, still convinced that maybe he did something.

"It wasn't you, don't worry. I'm fine" he stated.

He hummed, still a little suspicious, "are you sure? Because you don't sound fine? Do you need me to have a look? Maybe you fell on it or som-"

"Can we please drop the subject?" George interrupted, his mind had already convinced him that Dream would probably leave him if he found out, maybe even treat him as if he was a fragile toddler just like everyone else ended up doing, especially adults like councillors and teachers, even his parents.

Dream immediately could tell something was probably wrong, but once again he didn't want to push the brunette any further, "okay. Just if it does hurt and gets worse, tell me okay?"

George nodded, lie. He didn't want to worry him anymore.