ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆mᥱ һ᥆mᥱ ᥆ᥒᥱsһ᥆𝗍s

Wally Darling x Trans! Reader

Nobody requested this yet except myself but I personally wanted to make it. This is for my FTM folks (like me) who need a little uplifting and inclusive content. I know some of the material may not apply to everyone, but I have to roll with it for the plot.
If y'all would like to see anything similar or beyond, please let me know! I'd be more than happy to include my audience in every way, shape, and form (literally).

Trigger warnings for body dysphoria! Please proceed with caution my dears.

Brief Summary
You (the reader) are a trans individual (FTM) who is having a particularly rough time with your image. While you are lingering in front of the mirror and essentially picking yourself apart, Wally has stopped by for his daily visit with you. He has always had a habit of helping himself inside and seeking you out...
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You stood in front of the mirror, bare as the day you were born, your droopy and teary-eyed gaze flickering over the reflection of your figure. You could no longer recall just how many times you had been here before, staring at someone who felt unfamiliar to you, someone who just wasn't you at all. The body you possessed in its current state felt more like a shell you inhabited rather than something.. you. The longer you stared, the more you picked yourself apart from top to bottom, down to the finest of details. Imagining what you wished could have been. Unfortunately in this world specifically, it wasn't readily available to you, as a human surrounded by sentient puppets.

. . .

Wally had just arrived to your front door, happily humming a tune to himself and landing a few knocks. As usual, however, he always invited himself in after making his presence known. He was always so happy to see you, his favorite neighbor, and couldn't bother to wait a second longer. Though this time felt different.. When he walked inside, you hadn't immediately appeared. It was awfully quiet, too.. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe you weren't home quite yet, and was just about to leave until he heard a soft sniffling sound coming from down the hall.. In your room. "Hm, how peculiar," he thought, before deciding to investigate. He knew it had to be you, but he had never heard such a sound from you in particular before. Was his darling upset? Hurt, even?

His concerns had pushed him further, more urgently, even, down that hallway. His steps were quiet against the carpet, not wishing to startle you with a loud ruckus. He also just didn't want you to see him, not quite yet, at least. He needed to get to the bottom of this. At last he saw your bedroom door ahead of him, cracked open ever so slightly. Slowly he peered inside, trying to be as sneaky as possible despite his blue, pompadour styled hair sticking through the doorway. He was curious at first and most definitely worried, but when he saw you standing in front of your mirror, his curiosity and worry immediately shifted into surprise. He quickly shot one of his hands up to shield his eyes, wanting to respect the privacy of his neighbor. Though the glimpse he had accidentally received caused everything to click into place. You seemed to be distressed by.. Yourself? More so your appearance. His dearest neighbor was trans!

"Neighbor..?"

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The sound of Wally's low, monotonous voice ringing out behind you caused you to instantly whip around to face him despite your current state. You attempted to wipe the tears from your eyes with quick succession, but unfortunately for you, your eyes were now irritated and puffy, your cheeks stained red. "Wally..! I mustn't have been paying attention to the time, I'm sorry.." You replied, your voice a lot more hoarse than you intended it to be. But to your relief, Wally didn't make a comment on your appearance or the way you sounded. He simply smiled, that odd laugh slipping past his felt mouth.

"Ha, ha, ha, it's alright, neighbor.. Here, let me help you." He let his hand fall back down to his side before he approached you, being extra cautious as to not cause you any discomfort. He knew you were in a vulnerable state and needed tender loving care.. But was more than willing to do it at your pace. Once he reached the edge of your bed, he pulled the lighter blanket away from the mattress and wrapped it around your body to the best of his ability thanks to his short stature.

"Thank you, Wally.." You said softly, your hands loosely gripping at the blanket to keep it secured around you. He simply nodded in return, before guiding you to sit on your bed. It was a little odd to you, he seemed.. Determined. Almost like he didn't have much time for words, he had a greater task to tend to. He disappeared after making sure you were settled, and hadn't returned for a good few minutes. Though when he had, you were surprised to see that he made you something to drink. He marched up to you proudly, offering it to you. Gently you took it from him, taking a small sip and allowing the warm beverage to ease your nerves. But before you could thank him again or even get a word in for that matter, he spoke..

"You know, neighbor.. You're the most handsome boy in the whole neighborhood. I adore you, I love you. You're perfect." He stared at you fondly with his lidded eyes, his mouth curving into that signature cat-like smile. You immediately felt your heart flood with warmth at those words alone, the validation hitting you like a train of positivity. It was enough to make you cry all over again. But this time, they were happy tears. And of course, Wally was there to wipe them away and press his mouth against your face with 'mwah' emphasis, his personal way of giving affections, specifically kisses. You deserved all of them, after all.

"Let's have a cozy day today, neighbor."