:createwithpride: Happy Pride Month! <3 :createwithpride:

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

Previous part: Topsy Turfy - Part 1Timothy woke up quite groggily that morning. It was apparent that he’d been up for way too long the past few nights and he had needed the sleep. He felt that something was off about him but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. It was probably simply him being overly tired. He yawned as he slowly opened his eyes. What he saw surprised him a little. He got up and looked around himself to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. No… it was definitely true. This was not his room.
    Timothy frowned as he got up. There was something heavy hanging off his chest and it felt like there was something missing but for now, he deemed it much more prudent to inspect this mysterious room. Where was he? Whose room was this? He could have sworn he fell asleep in his own room last night…
    There was a desk with a laptop on it that definitely wasn’t his. There was a large closet that looked at least twice as big as his own. There