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Rumi was terrified of what the other girls would think.
Would they see her differently? Would they be horrified? Disgusted? God, what if they didn't want to perform with her anymore?
What would they do if they found out she was born in the wrong body?
Still... She supposed she ought to tell them eventually, right? It didn't have to be some huge thing anyway. She'd transitioned at a very young age, so it's not like they'd need to adjust to anything. It was just a part of her past she hadn't disclosed.
The fear solidified in her stomach as severe nausea, but she swallowed it down hard.
The three were sitting on the couch, enjoying some food as one of Zoey's favorite YouTube videos about turtles played in the background on the television.
Mira was recovering from a fibro-flare, so the three hadn't been doing all that much the past few days, but it was a good break for them. Tension was low...
Better now than ever.
"Girls" Rumi spoke up, getting their attention. Zoey paused the video and turned to her.
"What's up?"
"I'm..." she swallowed thickly. She could still back out now, but she didn't want to. Like a band-aid. "I'm trans"
"Oh" Zoey replied, a bit confused. "Wait, like..?"
"I was born a boy" Rumi elaborated, feeling sick. Mira still hadn't said anything. "I transitioned at a young age, but I... Yeah, I just wanted to share that with you guys"
"Aww" Zoey cooed, leaning over and wrapping her arms around the frontwoman. "I'm glad you feel safe enough to tell us"
"Mira?" Rumi stared at the choreographer. Mira cracked a smile.
"Me too" she said simply. Rumi and Zoey both looked at her in surprise.
"What?"
"I mean, I didn't transition until a little later, but-"
"Christ, Mira!" Rumi laughed. "I thought you were mad or something"
"Nah" Mira smiled. "I mean, I'm always pissed off about something, but not this. Not you"
"Wait, does this make me the minority here?" Zoey asked, and the other girls got a good laugh out of that.
"It's okay, Zoey. We still love you even though you're cis" Rumi joked.
She felt much lighter after that. She hadn't fully realized how much this had weighed on her over the years. Not to the same extent as her patterns, of course, but still...
It felt good to have them know.