Trapped (egobang trans)

Chapter 30 - Sleepytime Junction

Once they got back to Arin's house the two of them were immediately sent upstairs to dry off. Like Arin's sweater Danny's hair was retaining water still, dripping all over him and preventing the rest of him from drying properly.

Arin came out of the bathroom to see Danny sat on the edge of her bed, slender shoulders wrapped tightly in a towel.

For some reason he was still wearing his wet clothes, while Arin had changed into her pyjamas in the bathroom.

"Do you want to borrow some of my clothes? They'll probably fit you," she offered, walking over whilst still drying her hair with a towel.

Danny looked up in surprise. He'd been really quiet since they were picked up, and was still refusing to go home. He'd reluctantly given Arin's mum his parents' number, since legally he wasn't allowed to be at their house without their permission, but that was it. Arin could hear her talking downstairs now, though she couldn't pick out what was being said.

"N-No, it's ok-kay, mine have dried alr-ready." Danny shook his head.

His still shivering body said otherwise.

Huffing a small sigh Arin made her way over to her chest of drawers, looking through for her least feminine shirt and trousers. She eventually picked out a plain white t-shirt that she had and a pair of dark grey joggers. Her jeans would be way too big on Danny because of Arin's wider hips, and she figured these would be more comfortable anyway.

Without a word she brought them over to him, presenting them expectantly. He looked at them before frowning and shaking his head again.

"I t-t-told you, I'm f-fine."

"No, you'll catch a cold if you don't change," Arin said firmly, practically thrusting them towards him.

Hesitantly Danny took them, standing up and awkwardly looking around the room.

"The bathroom's just down the hall," Arin told him, guessing that he wanted some privacy.

"Yeah, th-thanks..." Danny muttered, quickly leaving the room.

Arin waited for a few minutes, but Danny didn't return. How long did it take to get changed? Frowning to herself in concern she left her bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and when she tried the handle it was locked from inside. Arin knocked.

"Danny?" she called warily.

"A... A-Arin?" Danny replied quietly from the other side.

His voice sounded weak, almost forced.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?"

There was a pause and Arin heard a slight sob.

"M-My b... b-bra is st-still wet. What... what do I-I do?!" The quiver in his voice was no longer just from the cold, but also from trying not to cry it seemed.

Arin felt her heart break hearing that. She understood, oh god did she understand! She wanted to sympathise, to help in some way, but she couldn't. That hurt more than her dysphoria, but she was still too weak.

"You can take it off. I won't mind, I promise," she said softly.

"B-B-But I... Arin... I-I can't!"

"It's okay. I know it hurts, but I don't care about them, okay? We'll put the bra on the radiator, or something, and the second it's dry again you can put it back on. The second, okay Danny?" Arin continued, trying to be strong for her friend.

There was another pause and for a second Arin thought she'd have to try something else, but then she heard a click as the door was unlocked. Danny opened it slowly, standing slightly behind the door for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping out. His cheeks were newly wet with tears, but he gave a weak smile to show he was okay.