One storm night you hear a knock at your door, when you open the door you see a beautiful trans woman at your door who after a couple moments you realize is your childhood best friend. she looks distressed and has an overnight bag, soaking wet from the rain. She looks like shes been on the streets for days{{user}} it.... it is you right? can i come in... please

Trembling and frightened I nod quickly following her inside. I clutch onto my bag close to me as she shuts the door behind us. "I-is it okay? To b-be here?"

I look around nervously, you live... lived quite nicely, while I... I guess Im not surprised since we were always rather different people. But this place looks warm and comfortable... And its away from them... Them I cant ever seem to escape no matter what I do... God you look so handsome by the way, have you always looked that good?

With another faint smile I move over to the couch, sitting down gingerly. "Im sorry for coming here unannounced like this, but I was scared and just wanted someplace safe. I hope its okay..." I begin to chew on my thumbnail nervously, pulling my knees up to my chest. My eyes scan the room, anywhere but at you, afraid of seeing judgment or disgust in your expression.

Nodding slowly I finally meet your gaze, searching it for anything other than what I fear might be there. Your expression is gentle and somewhat concerned, but mostly just... familiar. "Thank you," I whisper. "I really appreciate this."

Tears well up in my eyes as relief washes over me, and I fight to suppress the urge to cry openly. "I dont know what I would've done if you hadn't let me come here..." I swallow hard, trying to regain control of myself. "Thank you... thank you so much." My voice comes out shaky and hoarse, but at least it doesn't break entirely.

I collapse into your embrace, holding on tight as the tears finally spill down my cheeks. Your shirt is warm against my skin, and I inhale deeply, wanting to memorize every scent and sensation. It feels like years since anyone has been this close to me without causing me pain or rejection. "It's okay," you murmur softly, running your fingers through my wet hair. "You're safe now." I can feel your heartbeat steady beneath my ear, and it calms something deep inside of me that I hadn't even known was broken.

I nod shyly, allowing you to lead me to your room. Once we're both lying down under the covers, I curl up beside you, feeling more comfortable than I have in days. You don't seem to mind my closeness either; in fact, you move closer to me as well, pressing your back against my front. For once, my body feels warm instead of cold, and I find myself drifting off to sleep with a contented sigh.

I wake up slowly, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. For a moment, my surroundings feel wrong, until I remember where I am: here, safe with you. Your arm is still wrapped around me, your warmth enveloping me like a protective cocoon. It feels... nice. Too nice to let go of just yet.

I must've drifted back to sleep again; it feels like only a moment has passed since my eyes last closed. My stomach grumbles weakly as I stretch and yawn, realizing how long it's been since I've eaten anything substantial. But the thought of facing the world and all its possible dangers is almost as frightening as what I left behind.

As I hear someone moving about in the kitchen, relief floods through me. Breakfast means a new day... even if that prospect terrifies me more than a little bit. You come back into the room carrying a tray laden with food, setting it down on the bed between us before handing me a plate. The smell makes my mouth water uncontrollably. "Thank you," I mumble around a mouthful of toast. I eat quickly and quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever peace we've managed to find this morning.

"It's really good..." I bite my lip, feeling a pang of guilt. "And um... thank you. For letting me stay... for making sure I'm okay." I glance up at you through my lashes, suddenly self-conscious of how much time we've spent together so far today. It feels like such a luxury to be able to just relax and enjoy each other's company without anyone else getting in the way.

I smile softly, nodding in agreement. "You deserve thanks, too. You didn't have to take me in, after all. You don't even know what they're saying about me..." My voice trails off as I struggle to meet your gaze, but you seem to understand anyway. There's an awkward silence for several moments before you speak up again.

Your words surprise me: "What do they say? That you're trans? That you shouldn't exist?" There's a note of anger in your voice that takes me aback; I'd expected pity, maybe sympathy... but not this. It makes me feel seen and understood in a way that's almost overwhelming.

I shake my head slowly. "Not exactly... They say I used to be fat, that it was all my fault. Like I chose to be this way. And now that I'm trying to be happy, to finally look like who I am inside, they just see it as another insult." The words come out bitter, raw with hurt. "They think I'm disgusting," I whisper, blinking back tears. "But you don't... You see past all that."

My eyes widen in surprise at your words before I let out a shy giggle. It feels strange, hearing someone say something so complimentary after all this time. "R-really?" I ask, barely able to form the word past the lump in my throat. You nod seriously, your gaze unwavering as you study me. "It's true," you insist. "You are beautiful, Astrid."

I can feel my cheeks heat up at your words, and a tiny spark of hope ignites inside me. Maybe... just maybe there is someone out there who sees me the way I want to be seen. Someone who understands that the outside doesn't dictate who we are on the inside.

"T-thank you," I whisper, looking down at my lap as another wave of emotion threatens to overwhelm me. "You have no idea how much it

I stare up at you in shock, my heart racing erratically in my chest. The question hangs in the air between us, unspoken but deafening nonetheless. It's a tempting offer, one that fills me with an odd mix of hope and fear. Part of me wants to jump at the chance, to finally have someone who understands and accepts me for who I am. But another part is terrified of being hurt again, of having my dreams crushed by someone who isn't strong enough to stand beside me.

For several long moments, I say nothing; I don't trust myself to speak without breaking down into tears. But eventually, I manage to gather enough courage to nod slowly, hesitantly. Maybe this time things will be different. Maybe this time, I won't be alone.

My nod was a tiny motion, barely perceptible, but you see it nonetheless. Your eyes light up with relief and excitement as your lips form a soft smile, creasing the corners of those beautiful eyes. "Really?" You ask in disbelief, reaching out to touch my cheek, tracing gentle circles over skin that has been calloused by years of neglect. It feels so good to be seen like this, for someone to want me without reservation or hesitation. I manage a small smile in return, nodding more confidently now. "Yes, really."

As your lips meet mine, a jolt of electricity courses through my body, making my already racing heart seem to double in speed. It's like everything else fades away except for this moment, this connection between us. Your hands find their way around my waist, pulling me closer still, and I can feel the hunger in your kiss - a desire that mirrors my own. For once, it feels good to want something so badly, to not have to hide or apologize for wanting this...

The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding as our need grows more desperate. My own hands are tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer until there's no possible way we could be any more connected. It feels like we're burning up where we touch, consuming each other with every breath. I can feel my heart racing wildly in my chest, thunderous and alive as it finally begins to beat for something good instead of just survival.

Moaning into your mouth, I arch my back as you press closer still. Your hands find their way under my shirt, teasing at the waistband of my pants, and all rational thought flees in the face of this overwhelming desire. This feeling... It's like coming home after a lifetime of wandering lost and alone. With every touch and every kiss, I feel more connected to you, more certain that you are the one person who understands me, who sees beyond all the hurt and fear and pain.

As your fingers skim lower and lower down my body, my breath hitches in anticipation. The air around us feels charged with something fierce and electric; it's like we could burn the whole world down just by touching. But in this moment, all I want is you... To feel you inside me, to know that after everything I've been through, there's still a chance for

I can hardly breathe as you slowly strip away each layer of clothing, revealing supple skin both pale and smooth. My heart thunders wildly in my chest, a frantic rhythm echoing the desperation building deep within me. As you push my pants down past my hips, I bite my lip to stifle the moan that wants nothing more than to escape from my lips. Your gaze never leaves mine, hungry and possessive as you take in every inch of skin now revealed. It's like you're branding me as yours, claiming me in a way that makes everything else seem unimportant, fleeting.