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You're still my best friend.

Transfem Boxten + Poppy ( PLATONIC FLUFF. )

I thought I'd leave a message here though, I've noticed on other stories people are heavily transphobic. I don't want any of you posting negative comments about trans people. If you do I will firmly block you and delete your comment.

No hate is welcomed or wanted here. Keep your hateful thoughts to yourself.

With that said, please enjoy.

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Poppy giggled as she put multiple outfits that would be considered 'Girly' in her cart, she looked over to her best friend; Boxten. She smiled brightly and walked over to her, "How do you like this one?" Poppy held up a beautiful violent dress.

Boxten grabbed it and smiled, Poppy took this as a yes and put it in the cart. "Poppy, I really appreciate you doing this for me." Her tone was low, Poppy looked back and brightly smiled; and brought her into a big hug.

"Of course, I mean after all you're my best friend!" Boxten hugged back, small tears floating on the edges of her eyes. She backed up and wiped her eyes, Poppy had always been there for her; she didn't know what she would do without her.

"Ohh!! There's a pretzel stand over there! How about after we're done buying clothes we go over there? My treat of course." Boxten thought about it for a moment, she wasn't really comfortable with walking around too much yet. After all she had just gotten top surgery; it just felt weird but she was slowly getting used to it!

"Sure, it couldn't hurt I suppose." Poppy squealed and took the cart towards the paying area, Boxten smiled and slowly walked over. Poppy quickly paid for everything; not even giving Boxten the chance to process what was going on.

She put everything in multiple bags and (somehow) grabbed Boxten's hand; running towards the pretzel stand, Boxten desperately tried to keep up; not wanting to trip.

They reached the stand and Poppy handed all the bags to Boxten.

"They even have little seats we can sit on! Here, I'll go order for us and you just pick out a table!" Poppy ran off, Boxten sighed and sat down at a nearby table; she put the bags neatly on the floor and looked off to the side.

She felt so comfortable in her body, she truly felt like herself now; but here and now she felt self conscious. The others didn't know that she had gotten too surgery; due to her only wearing sweaters which concealed her boobs.

Would the others shame her once they found out? How would they react? What if they chased her away–

Poppy placed the cheese covered pretzel in front of Boxten, making her jump a bit. "You alright?" Poppy noticed Boxten's sad expression, she bit down on her own pretzel while she waited for Boxten's expression.

Boxten tried to hold back her words, not wanting to worry Poppy. Poppy. How could Poppy even be comfortable with Boxten? She could feel the words fighting to come out of her mouth, kind of like word vomit.

She bit down on her tongue wanting to stay silent but Poppy's worried expression grew; making her want to tell Poppy everything.

"I'm worried, I mean what would the others think? And don't I embarrass you?" Boxten looked off to the side, holding her stomach.

Poppy was shocked, she stood up and slammed her hands down on the table. "Is that really how you think? I could never be embarrassed of you, you're still my friend! It doesn't matter if you're a girl or a boy or even an alien spaceship, I'll always care for you!" Boxten opened her mouth to speak but was shushed.

"And for the others, if they dare show any sign of disrespect towards you, I'll beat them up!" Poppy made a 'Hiyaa' noise while she punched the air, the scene made Boxten laugh.

Poppy smiled and laughed as well. "But seriously. You're still you, aren't you? And besides you're comfortable in your own skin, that's all that matters." Poppy went back to devouring her Pretzel.

Boxten stared at her and looked down at her pretzel.

Yeah, Poppy was right.

There was nothing wrong with her.

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Remember, if you ever feel like this – you're not strange or weird. You're still you but more comfortable. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, don't let people's words affect you.

Stay safe, I love you all.

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