Pete and Patrick are both trans in this.
Patrick-
I jump at the sound of my alarm clock going off in my ear. I groan and slam my hand on the alarm, trying to turn it off as fast as possible. After it's finally off and probably broken I lay back to hopefully get some more sleep. The only problem is that I am having horrible cramps. Ughhhh. Why me?
I stand up to grab some clothes to take a shower, I hope this helps some. If it doesn't then school is going to be an absolute bitch. More so than usual. I dig out my binder, underwear, black skinny jeans, and Sherlock shirt and head to the bathroom. I can already tell that this day is going to suck.
I run downstairs after getting dressed and ready for the day. I greet my smiling mother with a kiss on her cheek. She hands me a plate of pancakes and I thank her, immediately digging in.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"Morning, mom. I'm so ready to start getting my testosterone shots next month. I can't deal with these period cramps anymore, I've dealt with them long enough. I'm also pretty positive us guys aren't supposed to deal with them."
"I know, honey. It's gonna happen soon. I'm so proud of my son." She gives me a hug and goes back to whatever she does. Not before telling me to get going to school so I'm not late. I say a quick goodbye before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.
I put in my headphones and play Troye Sivan. I start my trek to school while quietly singing the lyrics and slowly dying on the inside. I'm soon walking up to the front gate of school and am soon tackled in a hug. A smile comes to my face as I hug back. I pull back from the hug to see my boyfriend's face.
"Hey, Petey."
"Hey, Pattycakes." He grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. We head over to our group of friends and are greeted with smiles and small greetings. It's not too long before the bell is ringing and we're headed to class.
~skip to after school~
Pete and I finally arrive back at my house and immediately head to the kitchen. We are met with my mom rushing around to gather her stuff for work. "Hey! I'm running a bit late. I left money for food in the pug jar. Have fun my little sweeties!" She then ran out the door and left for work.
"She's never called me a 'little sweetie' before. Should I be happy about earning that name?"
"I have no idea, Pete. I just came here for food." I search through the cabinets looking for anything sweet, making a small screeching noise when I find my stash of chocolate.
"Patrick, honey. Did you just screech?"
"No, that was Ernesto."
"...Who is Ernesto?"
"A bird..."
"Not gonna ask."
We haul the food up to my room and lay down to watch Netflix. I put on The League and curl up in Pete's arms. This is the most comfortable I've been in a while but it doesn't last long. Of course my stupid fucking uterus has to start killing me. Kill me. Just do it.
"What's wrong, babe?" I guess he noticed the look of pain cross my face.
"Just cramps, I'll be ok."
"Are you sure? Can I get you anything?"
"No, it's ok." He gave me a look of disbelief but turned back to the show.
It's not too long before I'm squirming around in pain again and Pete is pausing the tv. Turning to look at me with concern written all over his face.
"Patrick, I think you need to take your binder off. It'll help relieve the pain."
"No! I'm not taking it off in front of you. I don't want you seeing me like that." He looks at me with a look of what appears to be pity.
"Honey, can I make a deal with you?" I give a hesitant nod in response.
"How bout I take my binder off too? Would that make you feel more comfortable? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I love you, all of you. Nothing could change that."
"I love you too, Pete. I think that would make me feel a little more comfortable." He smiles at me and gets to taking off his binder. He looks so confident, I don't know how he does it. I shyly turn around and start taking it off.
Once I've gotten it off I turn back around but try to keep my chest hidden. I see the small smile drop from Pete's face once he sees this.
"Patrick, you are so beautiful. Don't you dare try to hide yourself. Your body is absolutely gorgeous and I wouldn't change anything about it. I'm with you through all of this. We are going through the same thing and I know how you're feeling right now. You feel like no one would except you, like your body isn't how it's supposed to be. Let me tell you something, no matter what you look like you should be proud. You have the purest soul I've ever seen and you always help people even if they aren't that nice. You are so beautiful inside and out and you are so perfect. Even if no one else sees it, I do. I see all of it and I love all of it. Each and every part of it. Don't you ever think you are anything but perfect. To me you are the epitome of perfect and nothing comes close. I want to help you see that. That is my only goal in life. To make you feel just as perfect as you are to me. I'm not sure if you could ever love youself as much as I love you but I want to help you do that. Will you let me?"
By now small sobs are escaping my mouth, I don't know what to say. "I love you so much, Pete. So much. Words can't express what I feel for you. And I will let you help me. I don't think anyone else would help as much as you do."
He pulls me to his chest but not before placing a loving and passionate kiss on my lips. He wipes the tears that fell from my eyes away with his thumbs. I press my face into the crook of his neck and let out a small sigh as the feeling of pure euphoria washes over me.
"Now, sit up and let me feed you." I roll over a grin covering my face, Pete grins back and holds a piece up chocolate up to my lips. I bite into the chocolate and let out a small groan from the yummy food. He feeds me and rubs my stomach until I fall into a pit of darkness and absolute comfort.
Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I wrote this from 1-5am and I'm tired. Ok, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight/morning
