spidey one shots

college pt.1

(In this Peter is 19, just moved out of May's toxic household, is just becoming spider man, and he is trans. MJ is non binary. This will be a multi part story)

Peter POV

Today's the day. I'm finally gone for good; no more hiding while May is drunk, no more insults being thrown at me, no more stupid dresses. I'm free. 

I'm moving into my dorm at MIT, where I managed to get in with an almost full ride, allowing me to save most of the money I earn from my job for testosterone. As I'm carrying the last box into my dorm, my roommate appears; a girl named Michelle. See, I had to register for the female dorms because I couldn't get my gender marker changed legally until I "provide proof"- whatever that means. I did manage to legally change my name without May knowing as soon as I turned 18.

"Hi, you must be Michelle, it's nice to finally meet you." I say with a smile. We've talked over the pone before since our room assignments were mailed to us the month before. She has no idea I'm trans but I think she'll be accepting. I hope. 

"Just MJ actually... Um I never really like to do this over the phone so I decided it's better to wait until now, but I'm non binary. They/Them pronouns." Oh. This just got a whole lot better.

"Oh cool, that makes my coming out easier; I may not look like one but I'm a guy, ftm transgender, so He/Him pronouns. My name is Peter." I explain, and MJ smiles. 

"Cool, nice to meet you Peter. I think we can fix the whole looks thing, if you want." They offer, and I instantly light up at the thought; May can't stop me from looking like myself now.

"You would help me?" I ask, and they nod. "Alright, sure. But let's get you moved in first, yeah?" I say after noticing they don't have any boxes up here yet.

We spend about an hour bring up MJ's stuff, and once we're done they flop on their bed. I just laugh and start unpacking. I frown as I realize just how few guys clothes I have, since May insisted on helping me pack.

"Hey MJ?" I ask, and continue when they groan in response, "Do you want to g shopping with me? I need new clothes." 

"I don't really like shopping, but sure. There's a shopping mall about half a mile down the road." We leave and soon after we're at a large shopping plaza. 

We walk into a few stores, I pick out some clothes from Zumiez and Pac Sun, MJ gets some stuff as well. We stop by Target to get some snacks, and as we're about to check out MJ picks up a razor and says "You want this? I think we might be able to give you a decent hair cut." I nod since I'd been meaning to cut my hair, but couldn't because of May, so it sits just below my shoulders. 

Once we get back to our dorm, we set all of our stuff down and I go into the bathroom, staring in the mirror. My chest is still slightly prominent despite binding with ace bandages. My hips are too wide. My hair too long. My face too chubby. I hate what I see. 

I pick up the new razor and figure out how to work it before sliding it across my head. I may not be able to get top surgery or testosterone right now, but cutting my hair is something I can do. MJ comes in and plays some music on a speaker, and we spend the next half hour shaving my head and vibing to some good music. 

When we're done, I finally look  little more... me. I'm grinning ear to ear, but can't help MJ looking and my head jealously. "You want me to do yours?" I ask, and they hesitate but shake their head no. 

"My mom would kill me if she visited and saw my hair gone. My mom doesn't even know I'm non binary and cutting my hair would probably have consequences." They say, frowning slightly. 

"Hey, that's okay. We can always do it another day if you get rebellious and change your mind." I say with a smile. My chest flares up in pain and I wince, very obviously apparently because MJ says "How long have you been binding?"

"Uh maybe 5 hours? Since I got dressed to move in this morning." I don't mention the fact that my "binder" is ace bandages. 

"A binder shouldn't hurt after only 5 hours. Take off your hoodie, let me see it." They say and at first I think they're joking, but their face is dead serious.

"Uh well, you see... I don't exactly have an actual binder so I use ace bandages." Telling them that was a mistake, because I think I'm deaf after all the yelling they did. 

Eventually they convinced me that it's okay to take my hoodie off, they won't yell anymore and they certainly won't judge me. I comply, and am soon standing in our dorm with just sweats and the ace bandages on.  

MJ gasps but doesn't say anyting, just looks at my chest. Bruises are seen around the "binder" and some chafing as well. "Take them off." They say. 

"W-what?" I reply. No hoodie is one thing, but MJ seeing my bare chest? No, no fucking way.

"Take the bandages off. I have a first aid kit, I'll put ointment on your chafing and take measurments so we can order you a proper binder. One of mine might even fit you but I'd have to check." They explain gently. 

"Is it okay if I keep my eyes closed?" I ask, and they nod.

 I start unwrapping the bandages and keep my eyes firmly shut while MJ puts ointment on me and takes my measurements. I'm red with embarrassment by the time they say "Okay,done. Put a shirt on but no bandages" I nod and quickly put on an extra large t shirt that helps to hide my chest.

Then MJ says "Good news: we're the same size binder so you can wear mine until yours comes. Bad news: your chest is really bruised so I'm gonna say no binder for 24 hours." I groan at the last part. 

"How am I supposed to pass with no binder." I say, frustrated. I'm so stupid, I knew I shouldn't have worn the bandages today. 

"Well classes don't start until Monday so that gives you two days to heal. Until then I can bring you food from the dining hall if you don't want to go out." 

I smile gratefully and settle into my bed, and MJ brings their laptop over and joins me. 

"Okay, what color do want?" They ask, and I browse through the options for binder color. 

"Um I think I'll get a nude, and a black one. Both half tanks since it gets hella hot here sometimes." They smile and select the options, and start putting in credit card information. 

"Woah woah woah, I can't let you pay! Thats like 60 dollars!" I say, reaching for my wallet.

"Chill, I'll buy these two for you and you can repay me later. I'm guessing you don't have a credit card." They say, smirking.

"W-what gave you that idea?" I don't have one, but they're not gonna know that.

"Well, you payed in cash for everything at the mall. Like 200$ worth in cash."

"Ugh fine, I don't have a credit card. May got me one but I haven't called to cancel it yet since I changed my name and cut ties with her." I explain.

"That's fine, I'll just use the credit card my dad gave me. This way it's not actually me paying for it." They say. Wow, an evil side; I like it.

"Won't your dad question why you bought binders?" I ask, confused.

"Nah my dad is super chill and knows I'm non binary... It's just my mom that has no chill, so I never came out to her." They explain, which I understand; I never came out to May because of all the homophobic things she said, I just knew she wouldn't accept me as trans.

I nod and they press confirm order. We spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other as we unpack all of our stuff. I finally feel accepted.