So now that I have had my “last bell ring” at school (aka it’s just us dancing waltz and expressing out gratitude to the teachers before the exams start) I can finally say that it’s so funny to me that me (a closeted trans boy in a conservative country) had to dance waltz with “the” guy (all the other classmates joke that he’s a trans girl but it’s just a joke). Like my head teacher could have picked ANY OTHER PEOPLE to dance together but no the trope is canon closeted trans character x headcanon trans character HELP??? This has send me to the Saturn and back because of how accidentally funny ts is to me.
Kinda side note but also all this gave me dysphoria not because of the skirts or stuff but because apparently I’m the shortest person IN THE CALL. Not amongst the boys like literally in the room. I had gaslight myself all the time thinking it’s not that bad… it bad most of the guys are skyscrapers to me Fuuuuuuuc 🥀
