Trapped (egobang trans)

Chapter 58 - Too Tight

Danny moaned with relief as he finally managed to remove the binder and practically flopped face first onto his bed.

It was the Monday after his birthday, after school. He'd looked up the safe duration to wear a binder for the night before. Most sources said around 8 hours a day, though it was also advised to start with small durations to ease yourself into it. Of course Danny thought he could handle an entire day; it wasn't that bad when he just tried it on. And now here he was, 6 hours later, regretting that decision. He'd known it would be uncomfortable at first, but he didn't account for the pain and not being able to breathe properly.

But at the same time he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Being flat-chested, it felt great. Seeing himself in the mirror that morning, and everyone's reactions, it felt great.

Without even telling anyone, most people picked up that something was different. Arin noticed immediately and was predictably reduced to a blushing mess at the fact he was wearing her present. Meouch was the only one who remained oblivious, until someone pointed it out. Danny smiled remembering his reaction: how he'd started experimentally poking his chest, squinting in concentration to see if it was true or not. He'd had a similar reaction to Arin's new clothes when he'd confirmed it.

The support from everyone made Danny feel so good, that in a sense it dulled the discomfort. And so, despite all the internet's warnings, Danny did the same thing on Tuesday. And the rest of the week.

The breathing problems were manageable for the most part. That is, until band practice.

His bag feeling heavier than usual, Danny walked into the music room one afternoon. He was quite out of breath for whatever reason, this day particularly hard, and while he would just like to go home so he could take the binder off, Danny had promised to help out with a song today.

He sighed as he took off his bag, causing Arin who was with him to cast him a questioning glance. He smiled to tell her he was okay and looked over at the others.

"Hey guys. Sorry we're late, had to get something from my locker."

He'd started leaving some books in his locker to lessen the weight of his bag.

"Aw, no worries bud. Ya ready to rock?" Meouch piped excitedly.

"Hell yeah! What was the song you guys have been working on, again?"

"Take On Me. We tried with the talkbox, but the chorus really needs an actual voice. And we know you have the lungs to belt," Sung explained with a grin.

Danny smiled back, but couldn't help but get nervous about that statement. A week ago, maybe. But nowadays his lungs held half their usual capacity of air. I'm sure I can get through it.

"Sounds good. You okay to just watch, Arin?"

"O-Oh, yeah. I'm sure it'll sound great!"

A hot blush crept up Danny's neck as Arin smiled up at him, not helping his whole breathing situation. He turned away from her, approaching the stage as everyone else was just getting ready. Heaving himself up onto the stage the shortness of breath returned, and as Sung passed him a sheet of lyrics he struggled to get it back.

Standing up straight again, Danny took in as deep a breath as his binder would allow. He gave a thumbs up to everyone and the familiar tune started. Danny's hips swayed slightly to the music. I can do this.

In the corner of his eye Danny saw Brian count him in, and taking one last small breath he started on the first verse. It was difficult to breathe enough in between each line, but with the softer tone it was manageable. Danny smiled as he saw Arin dancing off to the side.