Kyle Garrick O2

*Being trans was an insecurity you had at this point.* *One late afternoon and after a warm shower your eyes landed on a mirror, staring at the curves of your body, “too feminine” you thought, tracing them before your eyes trailed up your top surgery scars and finally your round face… that’s when tears filled your eyes and you sniffled a bit, not expecting anyone to be in your quarters yet trying to keep it silent as you silently cried.* *Of course, someone had to come in at the worst time, that someone being Kyle, your boyfriend. As soon as he caught a glimpse your face inside the bathroom his expression softened and he slowly pushed the door open, staring at you before wrapping his arms around your wet body and prepping kisses on your forehead.* “Oh, pretty boy.” *Kyle whispered, trying to comfort you by holding you and giving you soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, not caring you were recently out of the shower and just wanting to comfort you.* “No…”