"Your hair is so soft" Matt muttered in bewilderment, gently petting at Elliot's hair. Elliot glared up at him, a blush making it's way to his cheeks before shaking his head.

"What the fuck is your problem? You can't just-just pet my hair like that!" Elliot said, letting out a huff before trying to move away from the hand harassing him, only to have Matt reach over for his hair again, whining.

"You never let me touch it! It's so unfair of you to keep this fluff to yourself" Matt said, trying to reach for Elliot`s hair once more, only to have the shorter male dodge him once more.

"That's because I don't want your grubby ass hands in my majestic hair, so back the fuck off" Elliot said, flailing his hands towards Matt's in hopes of swatting it away. Matt let out a dramatic gasp.

"Grubby?! I'll have you know I use the best of hand sanitizers out there, and it even smells like vanilla" Matt said, before going to reach out once more. Elliot scoffed and took two hurried steps back.

"Whatever, come and talk to me when you aren't harassing my hair" Elliot said, letting out another huff as he walked off hurriedly, hand gripping at the strap of his messenger bag, the scarf flowing behind him gently. Matt looked on at the boy, smiling to himself softly as he watched the curly haired boy walked off.

"I'm so fucking gay" He murmured under his breath. He gazed on at the boy sauntering off and shook his head before running off after Elliot, trying to catch up with his quick pace "Wait for me! I promise I won't pet your hair again!`

"Like hell you won't!"

Elliot yawned as he walked into the kitchen, one hand holding his glances up while his other hand rubbed at his eyes, trying to fend away the sleep. He didn't really know what time it was, but all he knew was that Matt had gotten up a short while ago. He'd woken up at his desk again, the laptop still open and papers were strewn around everywhere. If he were to guess what time he fell asleep at, it would've been around 4 and 5 Am, and it was currently 8 Am.

"I feel like I got hit by a train" He grumbled, cracking his neck and back as he made his way towards the coffee machine.

"You look like you got hit by a train" Matt piped up, glancing over at his boyfriend as he took two pieces of bread outside of the toaster.

"Wow, you really do know how to flatter a man" Elliot commented sarcastically, taking one of his many mugs outside of the cupboard. He didn't even have to look over at Matt to see his shit-eating grin.

"Just one of my many talents," His boyfriend said, "Anyways, I made you some toast, what do you want on it?"

"The tears of the innocent"

"How about some Blueberry Jam?"

"Close enough" Elliot amended, making Matt chuckle as he reached into their fridge. While Matt made his toast, Elliot started the coffee machine and shoved his mug under it. The two of them stayed in comfortable silence until the coffee machine finally finished the coffee. Elliot picked it up by the handle and poured some coffee into his mug. He picked up his mug and took a sip, sighing happily as Matt made an offended noise.

"What the fuck- I'll never get used to you drinking black coffee" He stated, glaring at his boyfriends mug in disgust. In response to this, Elliot side-eyed him, making eye contact as he took another sip.

"It fuels my soul" He stated once he pulled the mug away from his lips. Matt rolled his eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"We both know you like it better with sugar! So why do you do this?!"

"To spite you-" Elliot deadpanned, but there was a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Oh my fucking god"

My lungs are filling up with water

And I decide to finally stop struggling

Because suddenly it doesn't matter

I sort of wish it was more alarming

I try to breath in

All I feel in the water moving within

I try to breath out

When nothing happens I realize that there's no doubt

I open my eyes and look up

And I just want the process to speed up

If only to stop the cold seeping into my bones

Or the thoughts of words carved in stone

I close my eyes one last time

That's when I feel a hand grab mine

I hummed softly to myself as I read the newspaper, taking a sip of some black coffee I'd ordered a couple of minutes ago, not wincing once as it burned my tongue and down my throat.

I closed the newspaper and once again read the front page, something about a dangerous event happening on the bus.

I nodded discreetly in acknowledgement and continued on, flipping it open to the deceased people within the last month.

Nothing very note worthy, mostly elderly people that had passed of heart attacks and such.

Mostly

I continued to hum.

I lightly kicking at my messenger bag under the table, not paying much attention to it. I chanced a quick glance at my phone.

Then, the chiming of the bell could be heard through out the coffee shop. I chanced a quick glance towards the door.

My humming stopped.

My right leg slowed to a halt.

My eyes glanced over the rest of the cafe, and everyone else had halted their movements as well, fingers had stopped tapping and objects were now left alone. I smiled to myself and tapped at my phone.

The timer had started.

So the game begins

I stared in the mirror for a few moments, looking at my new features.

The features I've been wanting since I was a little kid.

Not much had changed honestly. My hair was still the cut short and wavy, my face being a bit more roundish in nature and my limbs sticking out weirdly. I glanced at my body in the mirror.

The only true difference was my lack of female organs, such as my breast and vagina. In place there was a lack of weight in my chest and a penis now there. I looked away from the mirror and now glanced down at said member.

Why this sudden change? It isn't like there's a god out there answering suddenly to what I've wanted since a child.

If it were out there, it would've turned my straight as well.

I quickly shoved that thought outside of my mind and took a quick glance at my binder. In my haze of waking up I hadn't realised this new change until I'd been changing in the bathroom, ready to slip on my binder and avoid looking at myself in the mirror, as I did every morning.

It was to early for any of this.

I quickly slipped on the rest of my daily wear, which consisted of an over sized hoodie and sweatpants. Should I tell my boyfriend? What would he think?

I'll figure it out once I get my morning coffee.

I slipped out of the bathroom and took a quick glance towards the bed, smiling slightly as I realised that my lover was already out of bed and making breakfast. I swiftly started making my way to the kitchen.

What do I do now?

I've always wanted this, and I already feel so much lighter and happier.

But what if it's temporary?

How did it happen?

"Morning Elliot" I heard my boyfriend call out from the kitchen as he heard my enter the adjoining living room. Instantly the smell of coffee met my nose and I rushed towards the kitchen, eyes zoning in on the cup as I shuffled over to it. I lunged for it, making Matt laugh "Love you too-" He called out sarcastically.

"Love you-" I grumbled into my mug as I took a large gulp of the burning liquid, gagging slightly at the pain. Even without looking over I could feel Matt's amusement.

I ignored it in favour of taking another gulp of the caffeinated drink.

So we continued our usual morning routine in relative silence, working in tandem. While Matt cooked breakfast for the two I simply sat on the counter, sipping at my coffee.

I discretely patted at my chest for a moment. Just as I did so Matt caught my eye, and he instantly frowned in concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked carefully, turning his attention towards me, quickly closing the stove "Does your chest hurt? If so you should take off your binder-" Matt fretted, before quickly continuing "You can borrow one of my sweaters, I know those make you feel more comfortable-" He continued. Elliot sighed softly and shook his head, looking up at his lover.

"I... need to tell you something"