ThatOneNerdBoi67
(Reader is Female to Male)
(Y/M/N) had always been a little bit different from his friends and peers. That never stopped him. He never let his differences hold him back. So what if he hadn't been born a boy? He never really cared what others thought of him. He was who he was, and he was okay with that. But, being different came with sacrifices. He'd never really been able to connect with his peers. He spent most of his time drawing, or reading. He didn't mind solitude, but it was lonely sometimes. Then, he meets a strange being in the woods, and things start to change for him. He knows this creature was dangerous, so why isn't it killing him? Could being different be the only thing keeping him alive?