daniel howell imagines/preferences

you are 100% a boy, i promise.

this story was requested by CrisInfinityCloud so thank you for requesting it! i never would've had the idea otherwise :)

you looked in the mirror noticing everything that was wrong with you. you hated that you were stuck in a girls body. it made you feel awful about yourself.

you just wanted to have the ideal male body that every other guy you saw had. but most of all, you just wanted to be happy with identifying as a boy.

tears started welling up in your eyes as you picked apart everything you thought was wrong with you.

"i'm so ugly...i'm just...just some boy in a girls body. and i'm ugly. this body is ugly. my face is ugly. everything about me is ugly..." you said aloud.

a few moments later there was a gentle knock on the bathroom door.

"y/n...are you in there? i knocked on the front door but you didn't answer so i let myself in" your friend dan spoke softly.

"oh yeah i'll be out in a sec" you said while quickly drying your tears and making yourself presentable.

you opened the door and briskly walked past dan because you knew he'd notice you had been crying.

"y/n what's wrong i heard you crying" dan asked, grabbing your arm to spin you around.

"i'm not a real boy" you whispered almost falling apart completely.

"what? y/n yes you are" he reassured you.

"no i'm not dan. i have to bind my fucking chest, i can't grow a beard, i don't have muscles, i'm the farthest thing from a man." you said while letting tears slip down your face.

"hey, i love that you're becoming who you truly are. i love that you love yourself enough to let yourself transition into a male. which you are. you are every bit a man as i am. you'll only have to bind your chest until you get too surgery which you honestly don't even have to do. i've seen a lot of female to male transgenders just let their chest be. but if binding your chest makes you more comfortable then that's good too. it just means you're willing to be who you are. and i can't grow a beard either y/n but it doesn't mean i'm not a man. same with the muscles. i'm a man just like you. and before you say anything about not having 'man parts', let me tell you, you don't need to have a dick to be a man. you were just born in the wrong body and you're now becoming the man you were meant to be." dan spoke, hugging you the whole time.

"i just don't feel like a man" you cried into his shoulder.

"shhh y/n, you are a man" he whispered, rubbing your back.

dan pulled away and took you into the living room, popping in your favourite movie. he grabbed a blanket and some popcorn and got you all comfy and situated before sitting down beside you.

"you are 100% a boy, i promise" he said while kissing the side of your head.

"thank you dan" you whispered while curling up next to him.

"anytime, y/n" he replied.

dans pov:
how could he think he's not a man? he's the most perfect man i've ever met. he deserves the whole world and more. i can't stand seeing him like this.

i love him too much.

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okay so i know this was literally so bad but i still went through with the promise i made. anyways i hope y'all liked it which you probably didn't. i just don't know how to explain what goes through a transgender persons head bc i'm not trans but i hope i at least got some of it sort of right. i'm sorry if this is actual trash though