Straight\Transgender

Tour Bus

"RYAN!!" Brendon yelled from the bathroom of the tour bus. He was once again, stuck in his binder.

Ryan came in and laughed at the sight in front of him. Brendon, his head not visible, and his arms wrapped around each other, hanging in the air.

"Do you want it on or off?" Ryan asked.

"Off, this thing is hurting me." Ryan grabbed the binder and in one swift motion, it was off. "Thanks."

"You know, you should really think of getting top surgery."

"We're always on tour, I don't have time!" Brendon said as he was putting on a clean shirt. "And besides, I still do kinda like my boobs. Pretending they're on someone else is fun."

"Bren, we both know you hate that binder of yours. It hurts you on stage, and shortens your breath." Brendon left the bathroom.

"You sound like your my boyfriend." Ryan stopped.

"What? I just want what's best for my best friend! You binding your D cup breasts is hurting you so much, your boobs are literally bruised! Just, think about it. You would definitely benefit from top surgery. You could live out your dream of taking your shirt off on stage. You could finally jump around on stage without having to secretly adjust your binder. And most of all, you could be more like yourself. Brendon."

"And we wouldn't have to take turns giving you back rubs every night." Jon chimed in.

"Or having to sneek you bras without people thinking there is a girl on the bus." Spencer said.

"So, not only would it benefit you, but us as well." Brendon smiled slightly.

"I'll look into it. But it might not be for a while." Brendon looked out the window of the bus. "Shit.. Fans!" Brendon quickly ran to the back of the bus and put on the heaviest sweater he had. He zipped it up and checked himself out in the mirror. It wasn't noticeable. He smiled weakly at Ryan, hating having to go see fans without his binder on. The door opens and one by one, the band walsk out to greet some fans. Some want hugs, and they might feel his breasts.

"Hi!" A teen said to Brendon as they hugged. "Do you have boobs?" She asked as she backed up, almost grossed up.

"Uh, no! My shirt just bagged up a little, that's all!" Brendon looked at Ryan.

"Okay guys, we have to start traveling! Bye!" Ryan said, pushing the guys back onto the bus.

"I'm sorry to say Brendon, but you might have to come out.." Spencer said, sitting down at the table.

"It might make things easier. But don't think were pressuring you into it!" Jon smiled as he said it.

"No, you're right.." Brendon went into the back of the bus and pulled out his phone, and started recording himself.

"Hey.. I've never done a video like this so I hope it turns out okay.. There's something I've been meaning to tell you, but I never have had the guys to tell you, until now." He took a sharp breath in, looking back into the camera lens with tears in his eyes. "I wasn't born Brendon Urie. I was born Brexton Urie. When I was little, I always wanted people to call me Bree. But that changed to Bren, hence my name now. I was put onto testosterone when I was thirteen, and I think you can find a video on YouTube of me singing at fourteen years old. (Actually there is) you can hear my voice deepening. I haven't gotten top surgery to remove my breasts but never plan to have bottom surgery. I do like my vagina!" Brendon shyly laughed. "I k ow some of you will hate me now, but I feel good about you knowing the real me. Oh and stop asking me if I have ever slept with Ryan, the answer is yes." Brendon stopped the recording and posted it onto YouTube, then pasting the link onto a tweet on twitter.

"So?" Ryan asked.

"I'm out!" The guys cheered. "And now they know that we've had sex!" Jon and Spencer stop cheering and look at both Brendon and Ryan.

"You guys fucked?" Jon said.

"Every night, on the bus, when you guys were sleeping, when on your for Fever." Brendon laughed.

"Dude! We were sleeping underneath you!" Spencer yelled.

"What can I say?" Ryan started. "It was the best sex I've ever had!"