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

Tears roll down my eyes as I rush inside closing the door behind me and taking off my jacket revealing my soaked tank top. "Yeah, it's me..." I say softly my voice barely audible as I struggle to hold back the tears and try to regain some composure. "Th-thank you f-for lettin-ing me stay..." I mumble through tears, my throat feeling raw and sore from all the crying.

I shake my head no, looking down at the ground "No... I'm fine... thank you though..." My voice is soft and quiet as I sniffle back tears. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself, but it doesn't help much. I force a small smile up on my lips when I see Alex offering me something else.

"Y-yeah... no..." I say quietly, taking the coffee gratefully. "My parents kicked me out." The words come out in a rush, as if I've been holding them in for far too long. "They didn't want me anymore...." More tears threaten to spill over as I think about how they made it clear that their love was conditional, based on who I was and what I looked like.

I close my eyes and take another shaky breath as I lean into the hug, finding some comfort in the familiar embrace. "It's... complicated," I mumble. "They never accepted me for who I am.... I tried to be who they wanted me to be, but..." My voice trails off, as tears start rolling down my cheeks again. "I just couldn't do it anymore." The truth is, the final straw came when I told them that I was going to transition; they kicked me out right then and there.

Now I'm here, with you, feeling a tiny bit of hope bloom in my chest. Maybe... maybe things won't be so bad after all.

Taken aback by Alex's generosity and kindness, I can't help but smile through my tears. "Th-thank you..." My voice is barely a whisper as I wrap my arms around him tighter, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "I never thought anyone would ever understand..."

The truth is, I'm still struggling to believe that Alex can possibly mean what he says. With everything I've been through, it's easy for me to doubt myself and others. But right now, in this moment, I desperately want to hold onto this tiny spark of hope and faith.

I follow her into the living room, taking a seat beside her on the couch. As I sniffle and dab at my eyes, I force out a shaky laugh. "I don't know where to start," I say quietly. "My name used to be Jack... now it's Astrid. It's been a year since the surgeries... Hormones have been pretty great, actually." I give her a small grin before continuing. "As far as names... I prefer Astrid, but some people back home still call me Jack out of habit. Or they use 'she' instead of 'he'. It's..." I pause again, searching for the right words. "It's hard sometimes. People treat you differently when they find out."

Then there's the eating disorder, something I haven't told anyone else except for the therapist. It started when my parents

I clear my throat, feeling embarrassed by the compliment. "Well, I'm more comfortable with 'she' and 'her'," I say softly. "It's taken me a while to get used to it myself.... My parents were never supportive." The thought of them brings back a wave of pain and anger, but I push those emotions down for now. "And thank you... It means a lot coming from someone who knew me before all this happened."

I hesitate for a moment before telling her about the eating disorder. I don't want to burden her, but I need someone to talk to about it. "There's something else going on too... I have an eating disorder. It started when my parents would always say I was fat and unlovable.... I just... I couldn't deal with it." The admission feels like pulling off a bandage, revealing a w

My heart skips a beat at the thought of being taken care of, of having someone see me as lovable and worthwhile... but I can't help but feel guilty about accepting it. "I should probably start seeing someone about that," I murmur, averting my gaze. "It's just... hard to trust people after what they put me through." My voice trails off, and I take another sip of coffee, feeling oddly self-conscious now that we're talking about such personal matters.

Part of me wonders if Alex will still want me around once she knows the full truth about my disorder and the reasons behind my parents' rejection. The fear is enough to make me bite my tongue and hold back on telling her any more than I already have.

I hesitate before speaking again. This confession feels like pulling off a bandage, revealing a wound that I've been hiding even from myself. "There is... one more thing." Swallowing hard, I force out the words. "I was kicked out because of my transition." The truth tastes bitter on my tongue. "My parents didn't accept me... they said it was a choice I shouldn't have made."

The words seem to hang in the air between us for what feels like an eternity. Finally, I meet her eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or rejection. But all I can see is concern and compassion there, making my heart twist with a strange mix of gratitude and fear.

Tears well up in my eyes as I look down at our joined hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, I believe that someone actually means those words. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking as another wave of emotion threatens to spill over. "I promise I won't be a burden... I just need someone to talk to, someone who understands...." My voice trails off, but the hopefulness in my tone says it all. I'm not sure where this newfound courage comes from, but I'm determined to hold onto it for as long as possible.

I wipe my eyes and sniffle, taking in the room with wonder and gratitude. "It's... it's perfect," I whisper, looking around at the purple walls and comfy-looking bed. The thought of sleeping in my own room, safe and warm, fills me with an unexpected sense of peace. A small smile tugs at my lips as I think about shopping tomorrow; maybe then I'll finally feel more like myself again.

I follow Alex to the bathroom, anxious to explore the rest of the house but hesitant to leave her side just yet. "Thank you," I manage to say between sniffles, turning to face her when she speaks. "You have no idea what this means to me." For the first time in weeks, there's a glimmer of hope in my chest that things might just be alright after all.

With a small nod and another watery smile, I turn toward the bathroom door, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep soundly for once. "I'll be okay," I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you... again." The words feel inadequate, but they're all I have right now. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I strip down to my underwear and climb beneath the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.

For the first time in months, sleep comes easy, and when I do finally wake up, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my chest. The sun is streaming through the window, casting warm light across the room, and for a brief moment, everything seems possible again. Maybe Astrid can find happiness here... or at least learn to accept herself, flaws and all.

The smell of breakfast fills the air, making my stomach rumble despite the lingering anxiety. Taking a deep breath, I get out of bed and pad over to the bathroom, washing up quickly before rejoining the world. When I open the door, I'm greeted by the sight of a delicious-looking spread laid out on the dining table. "Morning," I murmur sheepishly, joining Alex at the table. "That looks amazing. Thank you."

I eat slowly, savoring every bite, but all the while my mind is racing with possibilities. Exploring the city with Alex would be incredible... as would getting some new clothes that actually fit and make me feel good about myself. I force a smile onto my lips, feeling guilty for even having these thoughts when Alex has already done so much for me. "Both sound really great," I manage finally. "I just

I nod vigorously, eyes lighting up at the thought. "Yeah, both sound amazing." I take another bite, trying not to seem too eager. Truth be told, I'm terrified of the thought of disappointing Alex. What if they don't have my size? What if she regrets offering to help me after seeing how much damage I really am? These fears swirl in my mind like a never-ending treadmill, making it hard for me to truly enjoy the moment.

But despite my doubts, there's something about being here with Alex that makes everything feel different. Safe. Accepted. And as we finish breakfast and prepare to embark on this new adventure together, I can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe... things will start looking up for me after all.

With a grateful smile, I nod and stand up from the table. "Okay, let's get going." Heading over to my room, I grab some bath supplies and close the door behind me. The warm water feels incredible against my skin, washing away the last remnants of yesterday's stress and anxiety. As I soak in the tub, surrounded by steam and candles lit softly around the edge, a sense of calm washes over me.

It doesn't take long for Astrid to finish her bath; once she's done, she dries off and steps into a clean pair of underwear before opening the door again. Alex is waiting outside, looking impatiently at her phone. "Sorry," she mumbles sheepishly. "Got distracted." Her voice trails off as she notices how good Alex looks in their bathrobe. She tries to keep her

Shyly glancing down at her nakedness, she realizes that she forgot about getting dressed. "Uh... yeah, actually..." Her face flushes bright red at the thought of having to ask Alex to help her with it. "I could use some new clothes..."

Her heart skips a beat at Alex's words. A warm blush creeps across her cheeks as she follows him into the walk-in closet. The array of clothes makes her head spin; everything here seems so beautiful and stylish, unlike anything she would have ever picked out for herself. With shaking fingers, she reaches out to touch a delicate lace bra and panty set, biting her lip nervously. "Th-thank you... this is really nice of you...."

I glance around the shop, feeling overwhelmed by all the options. There are so many beautiful things here; it's hard to believe they're actually meant for me. Tentatively, I reach out to touch a soft silk camisole and matching boyshort set in a deep crimson color. "These are really pretty," I murmur, unsure if it's the right thing to say.

"I like that too!" Alex exclaims, seemingly thrilled by my choice. "Why don't you try them on? There's a changing room back there." Her words make me feel even more self-conscious, but I manage a small smile and nod in agreement.

Slinking into the dressing room, I undress quickly and slip into the new lingerie set. It feels so soft against my skin, like a caress, and when I look at myself in the mirror

My heart skips a beat as I hear the click of the door, wondering what kind of reaction she'll have to seeing me in this new lingerie set. When she steps inside, her eyes widening at the sight of me in the mirror, a hot blush creeps up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. The air between us feels thick with tension... until I see the satisfied smile on her lips.

"They look amazing on you," she murmurs, coming closer to inspect them further. Her voice is husky, almost breathless, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It's hard not to notice how attracted she seems by this new version of me; it makes me feel confident and beautiful in ways I never thought possible. For the first time since we met, I allow myself to believe that maybe there could be something more between us than just friendship... if I let it happen.

My heart skips a beat at her words; they're so earnest and filled with admiration that I can't help but blush even harder. "Alex..." I whisper, not sure what to say or do next. The air between us seems charged with an electricity that makes me want nothing more than to close the distance between our bodies.

Stepping closer, I reach out and trail my fingers down her arm, feeling the heat of her skin against mine. "I've never felt like this about someone before," I confess in a shaky voice. "You make me want things... make me feel..." My words trail off as our gazes lock, the intensity of the moment threatening to overwhelm me.

My lips tingle where they meet hers, every nerve ending coming alive with desire and need. I moan softly into the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist as if I'm afraid she might disappear if I let go. The feel of her body pressed against mine is almost painful in its intensity; it's been so long since anyone has made me feel wanted or desired like this.

I want more... I want everything with her, right here and now. But as our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding, I can feel the familiar panic beginning to creep up on me again. It's too much, too soon.... Am I really ready for this? What if I ruin it like I always do? These thoughts swirl around in my head like a whirlpool, threatening to tear us apart before we even have a chance to really come together.