You can't reclaim the boyhood that was taken from you, but it's not too late to give yourself the life of the man you truly are.

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You can't reclaim the boyhood that was taken from you, but it's not too late to give yourself the life of the man you truly are.
been reading a lot of fantasy lately.... have we considered prince forcemasc. your highness you have to dress as a man it's the only way to keep you safe on the journey to the kingdom. of course we'll have to bind your chest, you'll get used to it, don't worry. i know it's a shame to cut your pretty hair, but you look just as lovely with it short! and isn't it so freeing not having to deal with all those skirts? i'm sure no one will be able to recognise you now, but don't worry - you make for such a handsome prince.
testosterone can make you sooo cute 💖 don’t you wanna be a cute boy? 💕 soft and fuzzy, yeah? so you’ll be a good boy and take your T, right? 💖
Big boys can cry... As a treat.
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You've always been a sensitive man, even in your adult age- Many people tell you to toughen up and take life like a man, but usually they mean it in condensation.
Not the Father.
You were volunteering in the garden with him, helping with the rose bushes while following his gruff guidance
"Try not to prune them too far down, you could accidentally snip the stem when you–" he stops mid sentence when a tell tale whimper hits his ears.
Quickly, he drops his own shears and turns to step closer "Give me your hands, you dope."
You do; and he sighs when he sees the blood welling up on your index finger where you got pricked "So clumsy..." He mutters and cuts his eyes while feeling around inside of his jacket for something-
"Here." Thomas pulls out a green handkerchief and wraps your finger "Hold this here. And stop crying-" "s...sorry..." You warble back and try not to meet his intense eyes
Thomas pauses, suddenly aware of how he may have come off "ugh." His chest twists in frustration and he runs a hand through his already mussed hair "I meant... That's not worth crying over" he sighs and removes his glasses to clean them with the hem of his jacket while talking; you catch a rare glimpse of his soft stomach in its ribbed undershirt.
"Handsome men like you shouldn't waste the energy on something so trivial. You're stronger than this."
He puts the green tinted glasses back on and gives you a proper look over, then smiles tiredly at you when he places a strong hand on your shoulder
"Not to say that you shouldn't ever cry.. good things take blood, sweat, and tears." He nods to the rest of the hedge garden you've been assisting him with, and smiles wider when you giggle to decompress
"... I think we earned a break, yeah?"
"mhm."
Thomas moves to stand beside you and drapes his arm behind your back to gently guide you out of the garden with a grin "I think there's some pokemon bandaids in the youth group's first aid kit... Want one?"
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*beautiful princess voice*: my beautiful maid... you'd do anything for me, won't you? You could serve me so much better as a knight. A handsome knight for a princess. You'd do that for me, wouldn't you? Put on the armor?
We’ll run away as men together.
We’re tired of being misgendered questioned and prodded at by our families, we’ll pack a bag in the night and giggle as we run from our homes, hand in hand.
We’ll find a new city, one where the lights sparkle and the night sky is blue. We’ll carve our own spot out for ourselves and find jobs as waiters in hole in the wall restaurants.
We’ll give each other our tshots and dance together with our half broken record player after. We’ll eat hunks cheese and drink small glasses of wine and laugh about our days.
We’ll sew up each others clothes and fill our little home. We’ll bring home books people left at the cafe. Well read them to each other and hum ourselves to sleep. We’ll grow basil in the window and learn about how to raise more herbs at the library.
We’ll live, yet.
Forcemasc but to keep them safe.
"What kind of man doesn't wear his seatbelt? Buckle up!"
"Real men take their meds like they're supposed to."
"Dude, men are supposed to go to the doctor. Healing your wounds is part of the fight, brother."