trans/nb mc is having a rly bad dysmorphia day and feeling uncomfortable in their body regardless of what they do. how would the ros try to comfort mc during this or would they just not know what to do?
(can you also include renay cause i wanna know how good of a bestie they are lol)
Standing before the mirror, you feel a sudden aversion to your own reflection. Every detail about you just feels so wrong today. A part of you longs to shed your skin like a snake, to sever the pieces of yourself that you despise with scissors. Your fingers press and pull at your flesh, sometimes twisting and sometimes squeezing, hoping that a hidden adjustment might alter reality. You grasp the fabric of your clothes, feeling a rush of discomfort as it emphasizes parts of your body that you wish were different. Your gaze meets your own eyes, where judgment and displeasure stare back. In that moment, you feel like a caricature of the person you want to be.
V: “You must really love yourself. You’ve been staring at that mirror for quite some time.” A smirk tugs at V’s lips as they speak.
You swallow hard. “I think you’re projecting your narcissism onto me, V. There’s nothing to love about me.” Your voice cracks, and you blink back tears.
V barely glances up. “What’s wrong with you now?” They return to sorting bills through a money counter. The machine’s rhythmic clatter only aggravates you further.
“What’s wrong with me? What isn’t wrong with me? Look at me,” you whisper, voice trembling as you gesture at your reflection.
V studies you coolly for a moment, expression unchanged. “Well, I know some people who can get me in touch with a good surgeon. Want me to set up an appointment?”
You narrow your eyes. “Why are you such an asshole?”
V shrugs, still focused on the counter. “If you don’t like something about yourself, change it, or deal with it.”
You bite your lip, fighting the urge to lash out. V continues, “Though, I guess changing it really isn't an option. People like you never feel satisfied. Doesn't matter how much surgery you get; you’ll still find a flaw.”
“What’s your point?” you say, your voice small.
V leans back in their chair. They kick out the one beside them for you. “My point is that it’s all in your head. Now step away from that mirror and help me with this. Stop torturing yourself.”
You sigh and turn away, letting the chair scrape against the floor as you sit. Your reflection lingers in your mind, but you force yourself to focus on the task V has set. And overtime the thoughts fade as you busy yourself.
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A: A wraps their arms around your waist, resting their head on your shoulder. “It seems like you enjoy looking at yourself more than I enjoy looking at you,” they say softly.
You scoff. “I’m not admiring myself. Why would I admire something so ugly?” you mutter, bitterness underlying every word.
Their smile fades, sorrow replacing warmth in their eyes. “I hate it when you speak of yourself that way,” they murmur, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
“Well, it is true,” you reply quietly.
They shift slightly to meet your gaze. “I don’t know what you see in the mirror. What I do know is that none of that matters. You are so much more than your appearance. You are talented, you are smart, you are a wonderful parent, and if I keep going, we’ll be here all day.”
Despite your downcast mood, a laugh escapes you. “I love you so much. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You are perfect to me in every way.”
Though those painful thoughts still linger, their words wrap around you like a warm blanket, offering a small comfort.
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Renay: Okay, you’ve officially surpassed my record for most time spent staring at yourself in the mirror,” Renay says, looking up from her phone. “What’s up with you?”
“What’s up is that I look awful; that’s what’s up,” you murmur sullenly.
Renay gives you a reproachful look. “Okay, let’s play two truths and a lie. The sky is blue, grass is green, and you’re ugly. Which one is the lie?”
“Well, technically, not all grass is green,” you begin, but Renay cuts you off.
“Oh my god, will you stop? I’m not going to sit here and let you talk down on yourself.” She stands and walks over to you. “Tell me what I can do. Anything. Is it your clothes? Something about your face? There’s nothing that a bit of tailoring and contouring can’t fix. Not that you need fixing, but there’s nothing wrong with doing something to feel better about yourself if that’s what you want.”
“I’m okay, Renay, really. I’m just having a moment,” you say, forcing a small smile.
Renay sighs and places her hands on her hips. “Alright, just know that you’re amazing, okay? There are plenty of people in this world with unmerited confidence, but you deserve every bit of confidence you have. You have so much to love yourself for. Don’t let those bad thoughts take that from you.” A soft expression settles in her eyes as she smiles at you.
In that moment, even if it’s only for a little while, you forget the things you dislike about yourself. They don’t matter.
Forbidden lovers fall into a horrifying pit of despair when a life altering choice is made. Their fate turns for the worst as they are quickly thrown into a world of terrors.
This is an 18+ comic and should not be viewed my minors
