Dear Evan Hansen & Be More Chill One Shots

#3- Boyf Riends Trans!Jeremy

Okay, so it's only 600 words, pretty short, but I wanted to write this. I'll try to get another chapter out soon, and hopefully I'll do longer chapters.

Also, comment or DM me any ideas you want me to do

TW- dysphoria, And Jeremy being transphobic to himself

All was quiet in the house. Jeremy's mom left him when he was little and his dad was out. Working or drinking, Jermey didn't know. But he was alone.

Alone, he stood in front of the mirror, holding a lock of his hair between two fingers.

Alone, he stood, at a tear fell down his face.

Alone as he took off his shirt, and stared at the binder that was underneath.

Alone, as he sunk to the floor and cried.

Alone, because no one could ever love a freak like him.

Then, his phone rang. Jeremy looked down at it. Player 2, the screen flashed. Micheal.

Despite all the little warning engines going off in his brain, Jeremy answered the phone.

"Hey Micheal, what's up?" Jeremy asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"So I was- Wait, what's wrong? You've been crying."

"No I haven't," Jermey said, blinking back tears.

"Yeah you have. Babe, what's wrong?" Micheal asked.

Jeremy didn't answer.

"I'm coming over," Micheal said. "I'll be there in five."

Before Jeremy could protest, Micheal hung up.

So Jeremy stood up, and walked over to the mirror. He didn't know if the front door was unlocked. Micheal probably knew where the spare key was anyway.

Jeremey looked in the mirror, then snaked his hands around to the binder's clips, and unclipped it.
Today, he had gotten his first period in quite a while, and it was making him feel so dysphoric.
He let the binder fall to the ground, and stared into the mirror.

Now, he was in nothing but his boxers. He brushed a lock of hair behind his ear, and studied his body.

"I'm so ugly. I've got such big boobs, and I'm such a girl." A tear fell. "See, I even cry like a girl."

"No," the strong but sturdy voice of Micheal appeared behind Jeremy. "You're beautiful, and are such a manly man, and crying has no gender."

Jeremy couldn't tell what to do first: cover himself or turn to Micheal.

He turned to Micheal, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll give you a second to change, but I want to talk to you." Micheal looked so worried. Micheal turned around while Jeremy got dressed.

When he did, Jeremy walked over to Micheal, and held his hand.

Micheal turned to face his boyfriend, who gave him a gentle kiss. But Micheal could feel the tension in the other boy's shoulders. He could feel the tears still falling.

"Do you want to talk?" Micheal asked, running his hand through the other's hair.

Jeremy weakly shrugged his shoulders.

"Feeling dysphoric today?" Micheal asked, brining Jeremy to his room.

Jeremy nodded.

"For any reason particularly?" Micheal asked with a kiss.

"Uh," Jeremy's face turned bright red. "It's. . . that time of month again."
Micheal's face softened even more.
"And. . . my, ya know, makes my chest bigger, and I just. . . ugh. You probably think this is stupid, don't you?"

"What?" Micheal gasped. "Of course not. Okay, so Satan's waterfall is currently here. Do you want me to get anything. Pads? Tampons? Ice cream? Pain killers?"

"Um," Jeremy sucked in a breath. "Could we just snuggle?"

Micheal smiled a bright beautiful smile. "Sure. But do me a favor, please take off your binder, I don't want you falling asleep in it and hurting yourself."

Jeremy slowly nodded, and kicked Micheal out so he could change.

Once changed, the got into the bed together, a hot water bottle that Micheal got between them.

And until Jeremy fell asleep, Micheal complimented all the things he loved about his boyfriend.