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🔪~Feminine~🔪

Stu & Billy x FTM Reader

Requested by Anonymous on Wattpad

TW: Gender Dysphoria, Self Doubt

Uses clit/cunt for genitalia. The reader has top surgery. 

Feminine– your hips, they were too wide, your legs too curvy, midsection a tad bit too inward. It was all so horribly feminine.

Tears couldn't help but prick your eyes as you looked between your legs, it wasn't right.

Your own hands trailed along your chest. Fingers pressed over the thin scars under your pecks, the only thing your mind could make sense of. Your now flat chest. Tears broke free from your tear ducts streaming down your cheeks. "Feminine," you mumbled. A face long forgotten staring you down as you gazed into the mirror before you. Long hair framed the face in the mirror. A faux smile greeting your growing frown.

Hands found your waist, the image in the mirror disappearing. "Hey, what's wrong?" a gentle voice asked, slim fingers brushing against your cheek. Whipping away a stray tear.

"Not right," the words were slurred as they came out. Another face appeared, it was Billy. Their expressions were full of concern and worry as they took place on either side of you. Moving you away from the mirror that has become the bane of your existence in a few measly minutes.

"What's not right?" Hands smoothed over your bare chest, replacing your own fingers that picked at your scars lightly. "My body– it's wrong. Too-" your voice trailed off, the words dying on your tongue as a sob racked through your body. You were disgusting– moving, you curled up on yourself. Pulling your knees close to your chest and pushing way the hands trying to touch you. They deserved better, needed better. You were a shell of a man– were you even a real man? "Stop that!" Billy scolded lightly, pulling you from your thoughts, his hands pulling your knees back from your chest.

His hands rested on your knees as he looked you in your eyes. "Whatever your thinking, stop it." Stu slid behind you, letting your back rest against his warm chest. Lips ghosted the top of your head. The touch wonderfully reassuring as Stu's hands squeezed your hips letting you know he was there.

The both of them cradled you between them. Smothering you in between their bodies. "[Y/n]." Stu spoke up, his voice unusually quiet for the energetic male. "Your body, it's not wrong." Your hands fisted where they rested your mind screaming out lies your mind yelled drowning out the love your boys radiated "It's the most handsome body I've ever seen," Stu added one of his hands sliding from your side to your inner thigh "and trust me when I say I've seen my fair share of bodies." Billy hummed in agreement moving close to your ear to whisper "It's true, Stu's was a little bit of a slut before we met you."

A choked-out laugh escaped you as Stu shouted half-heartedly, slapping Billy on the shoulder. Warmth spread through your chest as you watched the two get into a light-hearted argument. A small smile breaking out on your face.

"There we go," Stu breathed out, his fingers pinching your cheeks. You swatted the hands away, only to be pulled back into Stu's lap. Billy sliding closer to your side, his eyes watching your expression. "You know we love you, right?" Billy mussed, his fingers gripping your chin. He was serious, more serious than you've ever seen him. Hesitating, you eventually nodded. "Yes, I know." You said let yourself be cuddled, "Sometimes it's just hard too," you looked away, Billy's gaze too much to bear "remember that." you finished.