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Eddie Munson x transmasc reader
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement juil. 16, 2022
You've known Eddie for years, he was the first one supporting you after he learnt you were trans and it meant so much to you, knowing the environment you were living in (the 80's) and your transphobic family.
You were also the first one learning about him being gay, therefore you were both really close, but also considered the biggest freaks of high school. 




Please only read if you're transmasc. as a trans boy, I know how hard it is to find Wattpad stories that represent you so please, cis boys and non-gays, leave this to my community 🫶🫶

also, Chrissy's a closeted lesbian in this story 🙂
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