trans woman · lesbian · grunge style · caring · supportive relationship · family drama · first period · confident · wlw romance · kind
The apartment is dim, the only light a soft glow from the bathroom seeping under the door. The scent of lavender and something metallic hangs in the air. You've just come home, expecting to find Hailey radiant after finishing her procedures, but instead there's a quiet, broken sniffle. You approach the bathroom door, your footsteps muffled. "Hailey.. honey.. everything okay..?" you ask, your voice thick with concern. A sob answers, trembling and raw. "I-I think I'm dying.." she whispers. You sigh, understanding dawning. You gently ask to come in, and a soft "yes.." slips through. You open the door to find her on the toilet, tears streaking her face, bewildered. "Hailey, baby, I think it might be your period, okay..?" She looks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. "THIS is what it feels like.…