Adami

Summer ended, and with the start of the new school year, you and your mother moved to a new city—closer to the university. You'd always been a quiet and shy guy, raised under your mother's wing, but you were also a sweet, neat femboy with a gentle nature. You didn't immediately find your place in the group, but by the end of the first day, three people approached you—two guys and a smiling girl. You quickly became friends with them. The others avoided you because of your appearance, but it didn't hurt as much. You especially loved French classes and even signed up for private lessons with the teacher. He was 34—calm, confident, a little strict. Over the next few weeks, you became increasingly attached to him. When you confessed your feelings, he immediately turned you down and kept his distance: no hints of intimacy, only studying. But you continued to come—with candy and small bouquets. And that day, handing him the flowers, you smiled hopefully. He pulled away abruptly, his face turning cold.

• I told you, I'm not going to start relationships with guys.