⇺ Dan's POV ⇻
Soon after I get out of the shower I take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror, no towel or anything. Just me. I don't like it. I search through the medicine cabinet until I find it; a gauze. I slowly start to wrap the gauze around my breasts and when I'm done I take another look into the mirror; I like the way the looks more. It's a little tight, but that's fine.
After a few more seconds of me admiring myself in the mirror I hear a knock on the door and before I could even turn around to grab a towel, my mom walks in. "What are you doing?" she asked me, frozen in the door way. With the towel that I now have in my hand I cover my torso, hiding the gauze. "N-nothing.." She quickly walked up to me and took the towel from my hand, gasping when she saw what was underneath. After giving me a lecture, mum said she was worried about me and asked if I needed help dealing with anything. Yes, I do. Nothing she can help me with though....
