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peter sat with his boyfriend, harley keener, snuggled up against each other in harley's room watching harry potter and the order of the phoenix. peter rested his head on harley's chest whilst harley had his hand on peter's thigh and his leg over his. this didn't exactly make peter comfortable, but it didn't make him uncomfortable either. it was nice to have harley show his love peter in that way but sometimes he over stepped, wether it came to sex or touching peter's body in way's that did make him uncomfortable.
peter hadn't told harley he was trans, yet. he wanted to, he just never had the strength to do so. the only people who did know was his aunt may and his two best friends, mj and ned
after he had told her when he turned fourteen, she begun taking in more shifts, late nights, and longer hours so she could save up the money for peter to start t as soon as he turned sixteen, which he had over a two months ago. the appointment to schedule the start of taking t was long, but peter didn't mind, he was just happy that he could finally start his transition. may made sure she was always there for his injections, though overbearing, she was peter's number-one supporter, alongside mj and ned too. he had come out to the two of them by accident when he slipped up on his own pronouns, but the two of them were super supportive, with mj even going as far as buying peter a binder out of her own money. may had offered to buy a new one, but peter rejected.
peter looked at his phone:
5:35
he had already has his binder on for close to eight hours already, so he decided to get up and secretly take it off without harley's knowing. but peter knew that wasn't going to happen without him being curious. peter got up slowly and shifted away from harley, much to harley's confusion.
"petra? where are you going?" he asked peter, putting his phone down.
peter whinced at the fact that harley used his deadname, but it wasn't his fault. he tried to ask harley to refer to him as pete to start with, but was only met with confusion and upset. harley was apart of the community, as he identified as bi, but didn't understand the term trans, and hadn't come into contact with a trans person. but peter ignored it, he'd have to tell him eventually.
"just to the toilet, har." he said, walking into harley's walk-in bathroom and closing the door.
peter looked into the mirror. since starting t, peter had started to see changes in his appearance, not big ones, but ones he had been hoping for since he started t. he felt the sides of his face and chin and felt facial, something he had been hoping for, for a very long time.
he took off the hoodie he was wearing, which happened to be harley's, and then his shirt. he looked back into the mirror at himself. the binder had made some progress, but the subtle buldge that looked back at him made him feel dysphoric, but he pushed past it. he started to pull of his binder when it got stuck over his head.
"shit-" he muttered under his breath.
suddenly, there was a shift at the door. it was harley.
"babe? are you alright? do you need me to come in?" harley said through the door, mumbling audibly.
peter panicked, harley was always curious when peter went to the toilet for a minute, whether he was incredibly horny, or just genuinely worried about him.
"no har, i don't need you to come in, what i need is privacy." i snapped, instantly feeling bad.
"oh." he muttered, shuffling away from the door, most likely back to his bed.
peter sighed. but quickly snapped back to reality and kept tugging at his binder for a good minute before a quick-
thud
whilst trying to get his binder off, peter had managed to slam into the sink, fall to the floor, and rip his binder in the process.
harley quickly unlocked the door with his spare key and opened the door to find a tearful peter on the floor, covering himself with his shirt. he quickly slid down to his level and sat next to peter, to which peter moved away from him a bit. harley was straight up fucking confused with his girlfriend. sure, she looked and sounded different, but he just pressumed she was figuring herself out, he didn't mind if she was a tomboy, hell, he wouldn't care if she was going through a personality change, but something was off, something was different.
"what the fuck happened, babe?" harley asked in a sympathetic tone, looking down at what he pressumed was a ripped sports bra, but when picking it up and inspecting it, he didn't know what to think.
"what is this?" he asked, holding peter's binder in his hand, not knowing what it was.
peter sighed, he had been putting off telling harley for this long. with it starting to get to him, he felt that it was the best time to tell him.
"harley, i'm trans." he said.