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Prompt: 204. "Is there a special reason, as to why you're wearing my shirt?"
Info: Musical: Dear Evan Hansen
Character: Connor Murphy
Reader Type: Closeted FtM
Prompt: 204
Plot: reader starts feeling really dysphoric so he steals one of Connor's shirts. He walks in confused of why reader is where his shirt says the prompt causing reader to come out. Connor tells him that he loves him no matter what.
Any additional notes: possibly already together?? I don't want to cramp your style
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I sigh a long, tired sigh. I turn my body sideways and watch myself Velcro the binder to my chest. As it stays fits itself in place, I can't breathe as I normally do. I take another long sigh and breath as deep as I can. I look at all the angles of my body, the flatness of my chest giving me a boost in self confidence. I walk to Connor's closet and quietly search for a collared shirt I can wear to dinner.

I look around and quickly search, trying to find a shirt as fast as I can. I move hanger after hanger as I try to find a shirt. I struggle and soon let out a huff and settle on a blue checkered shirt. I grumble to myself in an annoyed panic as I undo the buttons. I slide the long sleeves over my less than muscular arms, starting to button the loose shirt around my body.

I walk out of the closet, looking down at my buttons. I look up and see Connor staring at me with slight shock, a toothbrush in between his lips and his eyebrows in confusion. He looks my body up and down and settles at his shirt on my body, making tears spring into my eyes. He holds up a finger and walks past me, toward the sink to spit in it and wash out his mouth.

"So uhh.. any specific reason your wearing my shirt babe?" He asks, no particularly bad emotion in his face, just a neutral tone and no special glimmer in his eyes. My emotions bubble and explode all at once, and my tears fall down my face at a rapid pace, making Connors's expressionless face to turn into pure panic. "Hey kitten. What's wrong baby girl?"

"That.." I sob out, making Connor more confused.

"What's 'that'?" He asks.

"Girl, she, her... That's what's wrong. I'm not that.. I'm boy, he, him..." I explain to him, my heart hurting the whole time.

"So what you're telling me is-"

"I'm trans.." I sniff, causing him to pull me closer and kiss the top my head.

"Ok." He smiles.

"Ok? I literally just told you That the person you thought was your girlfriend, is actually your boyfriend." I look up at him give him a questioning look.

"Well its a god thing I'm Pansexual isn't it?" He chuckles, leaving me dumbfounded.

"You are?"

"Mmhmm. But this is about you." He says, changing the subject. "Babe I don't care who, what, or how you are, as long as you're you, that's all that matters. But one thing."

"Hmm?"

"Don't be come too manly for pet names, ok?"

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I'm really proud of this one. This took a lot of research and asking my trans friend how to write this. I've come out as Bi, but not trans obviously so I was so scared I was gonna get it wrong. If anyone reading this is trans and thinks something's wrong, please please tell me. I don't wanna get anything wrong and I would hate to offended anyone.

I love y'all and have an amazing new year! Updates will be on time from now on, so look forward towards that!

~~Griffon~~