Michael x Transmasc reader

Chapter 7

( / / / means time skip)

((IM SO SORRY THAT I DIDNT UPDATE, I JUST ARRIVED IN SPAIN AND HAVE NO WIFI AT OUR APARTMENT... BUTTT expect updatss here and there))

TRIGGER WARNING⚠ before you read there WILL be transpobia! the t slur will be used ((dw i can reclaim it))

'Shove, shove' "noooo, five more minutes. . " you groan as Michael shakes you trying to get you to wake from your sleep. "Come on (Y/N), you need to wake up! " He says whisper yelling at you. "But why?" you say turning on your other side, facing away from Michael. "We have dinner with my dad remember?" once he said that your eyes opened wide, dear god you had completely forgot about that. You swung up from where you were laying and faced Michael, gripping his shoulders in the process. "HOW MUCH TIME DO I HAVE TO GET READY??" you almost screamed at him in worry. "Well, we have to be there in an hour and a half-" "GREAT! thats more then enough time!" you said, cutting him off. "I wasn't done. . but you only have 40 minutes to get ready. . its about a 50 minute drive there. " your jaw practically dropped to the floor, you wanted to look the best you could as it was yout first time meeting his father. You looked Michael up and down, noticing he was already completely dressed in a nice dress shirt, dressy pants and nice shoes. God help you now, you AGAIN needed to borrow more clothes from Michael. "Hey so. . can i borrow some more clothes again? " you say to him, looking around the room afraid that he would say no. "Of course you can, I'll leave the room for you to get ready. " he then kissed your forehead and walked out, closing the door behind him. You blushed but immediately snapped out of it remembering what your goal was. You whipped the sheets off of your body stepping onto the carpet under you. You quickly make your way to Michael's closet and flick through the close hoping to find something nice to wear. "Ah hah! " you whisper to yourself as you had found something to wear. It was a white dress shirt with a blue shirt under matched with black pants, white shoes and a watch. You walked over to the long mirror on the wall and admired yourself. 'Knock Knock!' "Come in!" you said as you turned your head towards the door. "Hey, just wondering but I have some colonge and thought you might want to use some. " Michael said showing a bottle of colonge in his hand. You camly walked over and took the bottle from his hand "Sure! Surprisingly this is my favourite brand! " you said, looking back up at him, smiling. You quickly sprayed some on and placed the bottle on Michael's night stand. You turn back to Michael, quickly taking a breath in before speaking, "So, how do I look?" you say to him, needing his approval if its good enough. "You look handsome, amazing even." he says, smiling at you. You smile back, blushing a bit "Anyways, shouldn't we get going?? " you say to Michael checki ng your watch. "Yeah, lets head out shall we?" you chuckle at his choice of words. Michael grabs your hand pulling you out of the room to his car that was parked perfectly outside. Once the both of you make it to his car you hop in and let yet another car ride begin.
During your drive as you stared out from your car window you landed yourself on a thought. You couldn't quite answer it by yourself so, you asked Michael. "Hey, mike." your said, with a little worry in your tone. "Yes love? Whats up? " you took a deep breath and turned to him "Does your father know about, well me?" you said as you tangled your fingers into eachother. "Yes, he does. He has always been some sort of supportive, so he didn't really react strange." you sighed in relief, letting some of the weight off your chest. Ever since Michael had told you of his father, you never thought of him more than a 'odd man' that you surely thought you wouldn't meet. But here you are, in the car with his son who you love dearly. You knew Michael was better than his father but, you weren't sure if Michael knew that himself. Not to long after you continued to be lost in what seemed your never ending thoughts you had arrived at where you were meeting Michael's father; It was a nice restaurant but not nearly as nice as the one Michael had taken you before, Michael took his keys out from his car and got up opening his door and you did the same. You and Michael walked towards the restaurant door and pushed it open.