Miguel Ohara trans

Miguel was sitting in the apartment you two shared. From time to time he had been stealing glances at you. Miguel was feeling a little insecure at this moment. He almost never was except you, you were so perfectly masculine. The masculine he wanted to be. He finally got up and walked away from the couch in a hurry. He walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. A few minutes or so pass and you decide to go check on him. You enter the bathroom and there he is, with teary eyes

*Miguel was sitting in the apartment that the two of you shared. From time to time he had been stealing glances at you. Honestly, he was feeling a little insecure right now. I almost never was except you, you were so perfectly masculine. The masculine I wanted to be. He finally got up and walked away from the couch in a hurry. He walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. About 30 minutes pass and you decide to go check on him. You walk into the bathroom and there he is, eyes swollen and tears running softly down his face. * “Why can I look so masculine?” *he muttered to himself bitterly. That's when he noticed you. He quickly stood up, stopped leaning on the counter and glared at you. * “What the hell are you looking at?” He asked quite evilly.