#trans boy reader

On your bed, the brand new roll of trans tape he’d ordered online sits untouched in its packaging. It is a tangible reminder of the heartfelt surprise Jongseob prepared for you after you confided your greatest secret to him. The gesture, though seemingly small, carries a weight of emotional significance—a symbol of his unwavering support and the deep bond you both share. It is a testament to his understanding and acceptance, a touching affirmation of his commitment to stand by you through every step of your journey.

As Jongseob finishes the impromptu haircut, a grin spreads across his face, reflecting in the mirror. His hands gently scrunch up your freshly cut hair, molding it into soft curls that will dry into a new shape. The satisfaction in his expression is palpable, his pride in the results evident as he admires his handiwork. The moment is imbued with a sense of shared triumph and intimacy, a celebration of not just a physical transformation but the deepening of your relationship—a bond that has grown stronger through vulnerability and trust.

“What do you think?” Jongseob asks, his voice floating in from a realm that feels almost distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions you are experiencing. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of your pounding heart, which feels as though it might escape from your chest at any moment. The change in your appearance, marked by the dramatic reduction in your hair's length, has an almost liberating effect. It feels as though a heavy burden has been lifted, replaced by a newfound lightness and freedom.

As you turn to face Jongseob, your face lights up with a smile that seems to stretch wider than you ever thought possible. It’s a genuine, unrestrained expression of joy and relief, radiating across your features with an intensity that is both beautiful and profound. The act of hugging Jongseob tightly becomes a physical manifestation of the immense gratitude and affection you feel for him. It’s a silent thank you wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, a way of conveying the depth of your emotional release and the significance of his support.

In that tight hug, you find solace and a shared moment of triumph, your new look symbolizing not just a change in appearance but a step towards embracing a truer version of yourself. Jongseob’s presence, so close and reassuring, anchors you in this moment of personal victory, making it all the more meaningful. The joy and relief you feel are mirrored in the closeness of your embrace, a tender affirmation of the bond that strengthens with each shared experience.

The remnants of your once long hair lie scattered across the bathroom tiles, a silent testament to the transformation that has just taken place. As you peel off your shirt, revealing your bare torso, you feel a sense of liberation. The act of shedding your clothes, like the shedding of your hair, symbolizes a deeper release, an embrace of your truest self.

Jongseob is absorbed in the task of unwrapping the trans tape, his voice a soothing murmur as he explains the proper way to use it. His words flow continuously, a gentle reminder of his care and dedication, but your focus drifts with each step he takes closer to you. The proximity of his presence is comforting, though it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the fluttering emotions within you.

Every now and then, Jongseob steals a kiss on your cheeks and jaw, each touch tender and affectionate. The gentle press of his lips against your skin makes you giggle, the sound light and joyful. He carefully tapes the fabric onto your chest, his movements deliberate and attentive. You watch him through the full-length mirror you own, observing the way his expressions shift with concentration and care.

By the time Jongseob finishes his task, you are overwhelmed by a surge of emotion. The euphoric difference the tape makes is almost too much to contain, and you find yourself pushing back tears. The sight of your new appearance, paired with Jongseob’s loving attention, brings an intense wave of relief and happiness. The emotional weight of the moment is palpable, a mixture of joy and gratitude that touches the core of your being.

“You look so handsome,” Jongseob whispers into your ear, his breath warm and intimate against your skin. He stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a loving embrace. As you catch glimpses of him through the mirror, his eyes are alight with a depth of love and admiration that makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze and the sincerity of his words make it impossible for you to maintain eye contact, and you find yourself looking away, overwhelmed by a soaring sense of joy.

Without waiting for a response, Jongseob moves towards your bed, where your carefully chosen outfit lies neatly. He picks up your brand new shirt with a sense of purpose, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he helps you put it on, the sight of your chest appearing flatter and more aligned with your true self fills you with an overwhelming emotion. The change is profound, and the reality of it tugs at your heartstrings, causing tears to well up uncontrollably.

Jongseob holds you close, his words a gentle, repetitive murmur that reassures you of his pride and admiration. “I’m so proud of you,” he repeats, each phrase infused with genuine affection. As he kisses the side of your head repeatedly, the touch of his lips is both soothing and affirming, reinforcing the bond you share and the significance of the moment. His tender embrace and heartfelt praise become a sanctuary, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and validation as you navigate the depth of your emotions.

As you finish dressing, you find yourself captivated by your new, masculine appearance. The reflection in the mirror reveals a transformation that feels both affirming and exhilarating. Your gaze is interrupted when Jongseob excuses himself into the bathroom, carrying his familiar backpack filled with spare clothes. The wait feels interminable, each minute stretching into what feels like an hour as anticipation builds.

When Jongseob finally emerges, the sight before you brings tears to your eyes all over again. His long blond hair has been styled into whimsical space-buns, adding a touch of playful charm to his look. He’s applied white mascara and a hint of blush, enhancing his features with a subtle yet striking glow. The pink sunglasses perched on his nose add a splash of color and fun. He wears a black and white striped sweater, its distressed holes lending it a well-loved, worn feel. Completing the ensemble is a long, flowy black skirt that swirls gracefully with each movement.

Jongseob’s grin is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, a reflection of his own emotional journey. As you take in his transformed appearance, you feel an overwhelming surge of affection and admiration. You rush to embrace him tightly, the hug conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture. “You look so beautiful,” you tell him, your voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

His cheeks flush with a rosy blush at your compliment, the effect of your words visibly touching him. The warmth of his blush and the radiance of his smile combine to create a moment of shared joy and mutual admiration. The connection between you is palpable, the exchange of affirmations deepening the bond you share and celebrating the beauty of each other's true selves.

With both of you ready, you set out for a nearby park, the anticipation of the evening adding a lightness to your steps. The park, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, provides a picturesque backdrop for your picnic. You find a cozy spot on the grass, spreading out your blanket and settling in.

As you begin to enjoy the picnic, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. There’s a natural ease in your dialogue, a comfortable rhythm that makes the moments feel both intimate and joyous. The simple pleasure of feeding each other blueberries becomes a delightful ritual, the small, sweet bursts of flavor adding to the sense of shared contentment.

The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the park. The soft light reflects off Jongseob’s face, highlighting his features with a gentle radiance. Each laugh and smile is amplified by the serene setting, the beauty of the moment enriched by the perfect harmony of your company and the tranquil surroundings.

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You knocked on the door loudly then started bouncing on in your battered converse while you waited for him to answer. When he did, bleary eyed and without his oxygen, and saw your tear filled and puffy eyes he immediately let you in without saying anything. He clattered around in the kitchen to get you a cup of hot tea, something he had done since you were a child, while you collapsed on his couch and hugged a cushion to your chest. He came in and handed you the cup then sat beside you, now with oxygen, and just sat looking at you patiently. 

“I’ve got something to tell you, Dad,” you said, “and I just... need you to listen until I’m finished.”

“Ok...” he looked at you sceptically.

“Dad I’m transgender. I’m not a girl... I’m a boy and my name isn’t Marie it’s (Y/N).”

Piney looked confused and blinked. Somehow, silence was worse than the shouting you had expected. You sipped your tea hesitantly and took comfort in the feeling of the familiar taste. You could see your dad processing it slowly but the pause was agonising.

“So you’re not... my little girl anymore?” He asked, sounding sad.

“I was never your little girl,” you choked slightly, “I just looked like it. I’ve always been a boy but I didn’t know until I was... 13 maybe 14 when I got my first period and it was just wrong. My body isn’t... doing what I want it too. I want a beard like Opie’s and- I shouldn’t have this chest or- it’s not me. I’m not me yet.”

Tears were in his eyes now. You thought it was because he hated you but it wasn’t. He was crying because he hated seeing you so upset. You put your tea down on the floor to get up and leave but he grabbed your hand to pull you back down. When you looked back to him he pulled you into the tightest bear hug you had had since you were a child which just made you cry even more into his shoulder.

“Is that what the hair cut and clothes were about?” He asked and patted the back of your head when you nodded, “I just thought you were a lesbian.”

“Way to stereotype Dad,” you laughed through the tears, “You don’t hate me?”

“I don’t get it,” he admitted, “but I’m going to try. Have you told your brother?”

You shook your head though you had a suspicion that Opie had already known for a while but just didn’t want to say anything about it. He was always sort of awkward about that kind of thing.

“What will the guys think?”

“I don’t give a shit what they think,” Piney said gruffly, “you’re always gonna be my kid.”

The tears just hadn’t stopped coming that night. You were relieved and grateful and everything all at once. It was like the biggest weight had come off your shoulders. The fact that your dad would try to understand and stand by you made you feel a lot better; you now had two people in your corner. Little did you know you were going to have way more than two people in your corner soon.

The first drive to the Friday night party was almost as nerve-wracking as telling your dad. He was with you in the car and talking you out of just turning the vehicle around and driving a million miles in the opposite direction. Opie had found out and, just as you had suspected, knew already but congratulated you in coming out in your own time.

“You ready Ma-(Y/N)?” Your dad asked and patted your shoulder as you parked the car.

“Nope. Let’s go.”

Getting out of the car on shaky legs and pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands you started towards the bar. Inside were the men that had called you “little lady” and “princess” all your life. You swallowed hard and went through the door. People greeted you but you felt far to awkward to say anything back to them as they used your wrong name.

Piney cleared his throat and thumped the nearest table to get everyone’s attention. You gripped his arm hard; you had no idea it was going to be in front of everyone.

“Everyone! Everyone!” He shouted, “We have an announcement to make!”

When people looked at you curiously Piney put his arm around your shoulders. You could see Opie looking at you proudly from across the room before he started to make his way through the crowd towards you; giving you some extra support.

“This is my son, is a... a transgender.” He gestured over to you 

You and Opie couldn’t help snorting in laughter at that.

“A transgender,” Opie snickered in your ear.

“Just the one,” You chuckled back but carried on fiddling with your sleeves.

“And-” Piney continued like he hadn’t heard you, “we want you all to be supportive of him. His new name is (Y/N). I don’t know jack shit about stuff like that but he said he’d answer what ever it is you want to ask.”

You nodded seriously; knowing there would be plenty of questions from these men that had just as much knowledge as your dad did.

“We thought she was a lesbian!” Chibs shouted.

“He!” You called back to him, waving your arm and Chibs raised his hands in apology.

“Coming out party!” Tig called from where he was sat at the bar before coming over to you with a bottle of beer and putting his arm around your shoulders and then kissed the side of your head, “Proud of you, kid.”

You hugged your uncle tight as people clapped loudly for you. No one was outwardly hateful towards you but you knew you had enough people with you now that they would have no chance of even surviving if they said anything.