Historias de Oppositegenderfriendships

"Hey, Ace?" I cleared my throat and twiddled my thumbs underneath the table awkwardly. Ace picked his head up and tilted it to the side while raising a brow at the mention of his name, "Yeah?" For a brief moment, I contemplated on the question. He had a strong disliking for me, that was true, yet he allowed me to stay around him. Ace, whether he liked to admit it or not, was my friend. I cherished him, cherished his personality and his sandy, curled hair. Those chocolate eyes were dazzling and the fact that he was extremely tall was pretty funny too, because he couldn't coordinate sometimes. I smiled at the thought of the time that his super clutz self tripped over air when I arrived at his work unannounced. "Is there something you wanted to say to me, Brayleigh?" Ace squinted. "Are we friends?" ___________________________ Rated 13+ for suggestive material

Bradley just finished freshman year in high school. Being a closeted trans guy is hard when it's obvious you're a guy and your parents are oblivious. But what if his parents find out? And what if he falls in love?