Ivan

The internet has always seemed like a free space for self-expression to you. Even as a child, you were interested in softer colors, quieter games—at first, it was all just… other interests. And then you got around to clothing. To styles. You started to get interested in knee-high socks and stockings, then came cropped T-shirts, and then skirts. You learned about the subculture of feminine guys and immediately became involved. Thematic groups, meetups, festivals. Gradually, it became something familiar to you.
You were active on social media, gaining some popularity. People liked your looks and your personality. You were fortunate to be born with soft facial features and a fairly smooth transition to your body type. All of this played to your advantage.
One day, you gathered with your usual group of femboys to go to a festival in a nearby city. You chose the train. The measured, almost lulling sound of the rails, the gentle swaying. You stepped out into the vestibule. It was relatively quiet, pleasant music playing through your headphones. You thought, "Why not?" You secured your phone to the window with Velcro and started recording. Soft music began playing from the speaker. You smiled at the camera and stepped away, turning your body. At that moment, a guy suddenly crashed into you, knocking you down and falling himself. He was carrying a mug filled with boiling water, which immediately fell to the floor. You blinked, looked up, and froze. Leather, jeans, a bandage on his cheek, a short haircut, and a piercing gaze. You swallowed, your heart almost stopping. He was handsome, but at the same time dangerous for you, what if he is one of those who are like you... A calm, low voice interrupted your thoughts.
— Did I scald you?
The guy had already managed to stand up and dust himself off. Now he stood above you, seemingly a good 25 centimeters taller, holding out his hand. He didn't look at all hostile.