Happy Pride Month! <3

For pride month, I wanted to write about a transgirl and a transboy. Something a little more serious than what I usually write but with the same amount of wholesome you're used to from me ^.^

Now... I don't think I've ever said this on here but I'm not ashamed of admitting that I myself am a transwoman. Hence, this story is written from the perspective of a transwoman. I've also called in the help of a transguy friend of mine to get a little input on his experiences which really helped out so thank you for that!

Keep in mind that I don't claim to write for every trans person here. These are just some of my own thoughts and experiences, and the ones from my friend ^.^

I hope you guys will enjoy this!

All characters belong to me <3

Next part: Topsy Turfy - Part 2When Timothy and Emma’s father arrived back at Emma’s home, Timothy felt like he was in a warm, nice haze. As a memento, Emma’s father had bought him a necklace with a butterfly hanging from it, which Timothy now wore proudly. He had slept throughout the car ride home and he relived some of the nice memories that he had made that day.
    “I’ll be in my room for a moment. Wanted to check something,” Timothy said as they stepped inside. 
    “Alright, Emma,” the father said as he planted himself on the couch, quite tired from the day.
    Timothy ascended the stairs, relatively confident now that he knew the way around this house. Now that they were home, there was something he felt he had to check. He just hoped that Emma’s laptop wasn’t password protected…
    Upon entering Emma’s room, he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror. Th