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Ship: Witney (Willam x Courtney Act)

Warnings: Mentions of Gender Dysphoria, Smut.

Also, Courtney will be trans* (FtM) in this oneshot.

Sixth Grade

Sex (Select One): [] Male [] Female

This is why I hate surveys. Why don't they ever have the option 'other?' Don't the people that make these surveys understand that some kids are confused about their gender?

At the moment, I believe I am male. Everyone else tells me that I am confused and I am female. I'm torn!

"C'mon, Courtney, just pick an answer and move on," my friend, Danny, tells me. He doesn't want the teacher to call me out for not picking a sex (gender) again.

"It's not that easy for me," I reply, "I think I'm a boy, but everyone tells me I'm wrong."

"Screw what others say," he replies, "You are who you think you are. If you think you're a boy, than you're a boy. If you think you are a girl, than you are a girl."

"And if you think you're neither..?"

"Than you're neither!" Danny replies enthusiastically.

"Thanks, Danny," I say with a smile.

"You're welcome..." he pauses, "Cole?"

"Nice try; I'll find a more gender neutral or masculine nickname to go by, soon."

Seventh Grade

"Shane! It's here!"

I jump off of my bed and run downstairs. I see a blank box sitting beside the door. It's here! My first chest binder is here!

I happily open the box. I feel tears in my eyes when I first see the black garment. I'm sure it will help with gender dysphoria.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," I whisper under my breath as I lift it out of the box.

"Is it what you wanted?" Mum asks.

"Yes!" I reply.

"Go try it on!" she suggests.

I push the box aside and run to the bathroom with the binder in my hand. I close and lock the bathroom door.

I set the binder down beside the sink. I take my shirt off and throw it to the ground. I then grab the binder and put it on just like a shirt. I struggle a bit at first, but I eventually get it on. It feels snug, but not too tight. I can still breath.

I pick my shirt up and put it back on. My chest is flat! It works!

I unlock and open the bathroom door. I run back to the lounge room. I see my mum smiling.

"It works! My chest is flat!" I say happily.

"You look great, Shane. Are you going to text Willam about this?" she asks.

Willam is my boyfriend. He asked me out at the beginning of seventh grade. Of course, I said "yes!"

"Um, probably not... I haven't come out as trans* to him, yet. I'm gonna wait a few years to make sure he stays with me," I reply.

"I understand," she says, "Just tell him when you're ready. Remember: if he doesn't accept you, he isn't worth it."

"Thanks, Mum," I reply.

"You're welcome, Shane."

I love her so much. She accepted me while my dad was disgusted. She soothed me after I broke down when my dad said a lot of transphobic things to me. That was just minutes after I came out.

She has to be the best mother ever.

Eleventh Grade

"Shane, you told me that you needed me. What's wrong?" Willam asks as he closes my bedroom door.

"Please sit," I reply, patting the place beside me on my bed. He quickly sits down beside me.

I bite my lip and look into his eyes. He looks concerned. I wish he wasn't as worried. I am just going to come out to him as trans*.

"You know how everyone thinks that I was born a guy?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replies, "because you were, right?"

Of course he thinks I was. When he moved into my town during the end of sixth grade, I had my hair cut shorter, I started wearing unisex or masculine clothes, and I was blessed with a flat chest. I even passed when I spoke! He thought I had an awkward high pitched voice like most other guys in our grade at that time.

"I wasn't," I reply, "I was born a...female."

Willam looks shocked, "No way! You wouldn't have been! You've been a guy ever since I've known you. You have to be cisgender!"

"Well, surprisingly, I'm not. I'm... I'm transgender," I reply, "I thought I should tell so you wouldn't be freaked out if we ever became sexually active with each other."

Willam is silent. He stares at me. He starts looking me up and down. I look down and try to ignore his stare.

"Please say something," I plead.

He just pulls me into a hug. I rest my head against his chest. Does this mean he accepts me?

"So, do you accept me or..?"

"Of course I accept you! If I didn't, would I be doing this?" he asks.

"No," I reply, "I was just so scared that you wouldn't want to date a guy with a vagina."

"That doesn't mean a damn thing. You're just as valid as a cisgender man," Willam assures me, "I love you for you. I'm glad that you trust me enough to come out to me."

"Of course I trust you," I reply, "You've stayed with me through everything. Even after every fight, you still tell me that you love me. I love you, too."

"I'm going to show you just how much I love you~" he whispers in my ear before biting it, which is an instant turn on for me.

I immediately become very shy when Willam pins me down to the bed. He kisses my lips firmly. I gladly kiss back. He runs his hands down my sides. (And thanks to the magical hormone, testosterone, I no longer have embarrassing curves.)

"I love you so much," I sigh when he disconnects our lips.

"I love you, too," he replies before he begins kissing my neck.

"Willam..." I moan out. I tangle my fingers in his hair. I pull at it slightly when he bites my neck.

He gets off of me so I can take my shirt off. He takes his off as well. Of course, they both end up on the floor.

"Have you ever had sex before?" he asks in a quiet tone.

"No," I reply, "I just turned seventeen. I've lived with my mother all of my life, I couldn't ever do it. Plus, we've been together since seventh grade!"

"Well, there was that brief time in ninth grade where we broke up," he reminds me.

"That was just two weeks," I reply, "You apologized for everything right after Christmas break."

Willam rolls his eyes and begins kissing and softly nipping my neck again. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning. My mother is just down the hallway; I'm sure she can hear everything.

When Willam nips the area between my neck and shoulder, I can't contain my moans any longer. "You like that don't you, slut?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes," I reply meekly.

Willam smirks and bites the area between my neck and shoulder. It does a lot more than the simple nip did. I arch my back and groan in pleasure.

"Fuck, Willam," I groan, forcing his name in.

He trails his hand down my stomach and to the hem of my pants. He unbuttons and unzips them. He looks into my eyes for some kind of permission. I reassure him with a quick kiss on the lips.

"I trust you," I say.

He slides my pants down. I immediately become nervous. What if he's never had sex with a transmale, or woman before? What if he does something wrong and hurts me? I mean, I do trust him, but I'm terrified! This is my first time!

"Baby, what's wrong?" Willam asks.

"I'm scared," I reply pitifully. I feel so embarrassed!

"It's okay, calm down. You can trust me. You already said that you did. Having second thoughts?" he asks.

"Kind of...what if it hurts?"

"I'm not going to lie, it will hurt a bit at first," he replies, "but at the end it becomes pleasurable."

He gets off of me and takes his pants off. "Do you have anything?" he asks.

"Like condoms or lube? Hell no. I didn't think I'd get laid until after highschool," I reply.

"Then this is going to hurt a lot more," he informs me; how reassuring!

Willam takes his boxers off before taking mine off. I haven't ever been fully naked in front of him or any other boy for that matter. I feel kind of weird.

He pushes my legs apart. I yelp as he begins prepping me. "I'm sorry, babe, I really am. Just keep breathing. It'll start feeling better," he assures me. He's showing a caring side that I haven't seen in awhile; I like it.

Minutes later, he aligns himself with my entrance. I soon felt a sharp pain in my lower region. It causes me to grit my teeth and groan.

Willam kisses my lips as he begins thrusting his hips slowly. I begin breathing shallowly, hoping to get used to this. It's uncomfortable right now. I hope it gets pleasurable like he said it would.

"You're so beautiful," Willam whispers, "and perfect."

"Fuck!" I groan as Willam begins thrusting his hips even faster.

He kisses my neck in attempt to soothe me as he quickens his pace even more. He puts my one of my legs over his left shoulder. This causes him to thrust in at awkward angles.

He hits something inside me that causes me to moan and arch my back. Pleasure floods through my body.

"Ah..." I sigh.

"Did that feel good?" Willam asks.

"Yes," I reply breathlessly.

He continues to hit that something inside of me. It causes me to moan even louder. At this point, I don't care if my mother hears. This feels good.

"I'm close," Willam breaths out.

I look up into his eyes and smile. "Go ahead," I sigh. As pleasurable as this is, it's tiring.

About a minute later, Willam moans loudly as he orgasms. I moan as well and tilt my head back. A warm sensation fills me.

He pulls out of me an lays beside me. He puts a blanket over us. "I love you so much," he says as he wraps his arms around me.

"I love you, too," I reply. I'm a little shocked that I just lost my virginity. At least it was to someone that I trusted completely instead of a stranger.

I glance at the clock; it's 4:23 PM. Willam and I have time for a nap. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes.

He kisses the top of my head, "Good night, Shane."

"Good night, Willam."

Description
Ship: Witney (Willam x Courtney Act)

Warnings: Mentions of Gender Dysphoria, Smut.

Also, Courtney will be trans* (FtM) in this oneshot.

Sixth Grade

Sex (Select One): [] Male [] Female

This is why I hate surveys. Why don't they ever have the option 'other?' Don't the people that make these surveys understand that some kids are confused about their gender?

At the moment, I believe I am male. Everyone else tells me that I am confused and I am female. I'm torn!

"C'mon, Courtney, just pick an answer and move on," my friend, Danny, tells me. He doesn't want the teacher to call me out for not picking a sex (gender) again.

"It's not that easy for me," I reply, "I think I'm a boy, but everyone tells me I'm wrong."

"Screw what others say," he replies, "You are who you think you are. If you think you're a boy, than you're a boy. If you think you are a girl, than you are a girl."

"And if you think you're neither..?"

"Than you're neither!" Danny replies enthusiastically.

"Thanks, Danny," I say with a smile.

"You're welcome..." he pauses, "Cole?"

"Nice try; I'll find a more gender neutral or masculine nickname to go by, soon."

Seventh Grade

"Shane! It's here!"

I jump off of my bed and run downstairs. I see a blank box sitting beside the door. It's here! My first chest binder is here!

I happily open the box. I feel tears in my eyes when I first see the black garment. I'm sure it will help with gender dysphoria.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," I whisper under my breath as I lift it out of the box.

"Is it what you wanted?" Mum asks.

"Yes!" I reply.

"Go try it on!" she suggests.

I push the box aside and run to the bathroom with the binder in my hand. I close and lock the bathroom door.

I set the binder down beside the sink. I take my shirt off and throw it to the ground. I then grab the binder and put it on just like a shirt. I struggle a bit at first, but I eventually get it on. It feels snug, but not too tight. I can still breath.

I pick my shirt up and put it back on. My chest is flat! It works!

I unlock and open the bathroom door. I run back to the lounge room. I see my mum smiling.

"It works! My chest is flat!" I say happily.

"You look great, Shane. Are you going to text Willam about this?" she asks.

Willam is my boyfriend. He asked me out at the beginning of seventh grade. Of course, I said "yes!"

"Um, probably not... I haven't come out as trans* to him, yet. I'm gonna wait a few years to make sure he stays with me," I reply.

"I understand," she says, "Just tell him when you're ready. Remember: if he doesn't accept you, he isn't worth it."

"Thanks, Mum," I reply.

"You're welcome, Shane."

I love her so much. She accepted me while my dad was disgusted. She soothed me after I broke down when my dad said a lot of transphobic things to me. That was just minutes after I came out.

She has to be the best mother ever.

Eleventh Grade

"Shane, you told me that you needed me. What's wrong?" Willam asks as he closes my bedroom door.

"Please sit," I reply, patting the place beside me on my bed. He quickly sits down beside me.

I bite my lip and look into his eyes. He looks concerned. I wish he wasn't as worried. I am just going to come out to him as trans*.

"You know how everyone thinks that I was born a guy?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he replies, "because you were, right?"

Of course he thinks I was. When he moved into my town during the end of sixth grade, I had my hair cut shorter, I started wearing unisex or masculine clothes, and I was blessed with a flat chest. I even passed when I spoke! He thought I had an awkward high pitched voice like most other guys in our grade at that time.

"I wasn't," I reply, "I was born a...female."

Willam looks shocked, "No way! You wouldn't have been! You've been a guy ever since I've known you. You have to be cisgender!"

"Well, surprisingly, I'm not. I'm... I'm transgender," I reply, "I thought I should tell so you wouldn't be freaked out if we ever became sexually active with each other."

Willam is silent. He stares at me. He starts looking me up and down. I look down and try to ignore his stare.

"Please say something," I plead.

He just pulls me into a hug. I rest my head against his chest. Does this mean he accepts me?

"So, do you accept me or..?"

"Of course I accept you! If I didn't, would I be doing this?" he asks.

"No," I reply, "I was just so scared that you wouldn't want to date a guy with a vagina."

"That doesn't mean a damn thing. You're just as valid as a cisgender man," Willam assures me, "I love you for you. I'm glad that you trust me enough to come out to me."

"Of course I trust you," I reply, "You've stayed with me through everything. Even after every fight, you still tell me that you love me. I love you, too."

"I'm going to show you just how much I love you~" he whispers in my ear before biting it, which is an instant turn on for me.

I immediately become very shy when Willam pins me down to the bed. He kisses my lips firmly. I gladly kiss back. He runs his hands down my sides. (And thanks to the magical hormone, testosterone, I no longer have embarrassing curves.)

"I love you so much," I sigh when he disconnects our lips.

"I love you, too," he replies before he begins kissing my neck.

"Willam..." I moan out. I tangle my fingers in his hair. I pull at it slightly when he bites my neck.

He gets off of me so I can take my shirt off. He takes his off as well. Of course, they both end up on the floor.

"Have you ever had sex before?" he asks in a quiet tone.

"No," I reply, "I just turned seventeen. I've lived with my mother all of my life, I couldn't ever do it. Plus, we've been together since seventh grade!"

"Well, there was that brief time in ninth grade where we broke up," he reminds me.

"That was just two weeks," I reply, "You apologized for everything right after Christmas break."

Willam rolls his eyes and begins kissing and softly nipping my neck again. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning. My mother is just down the hallway; I'm sure she can hear everything.

When Willam nips the area between my neck and shoulder, I can't contain my moans any longer. "You like that don't you, slut?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes," I reply meekly.

Willam smirks and bites the area between my neck and shoulder. It does a lot more than the simple nip did. I arch my back and groan in pleasure.

"Fuck, Willam," I groan, forcing his name in.

He trails his hand down my stomach and to the hem of my pants. He unbuttons and unzips them. He looks into my eyes for some kind of permission. I reassure him with a quick kiss on the lips.

"I trust you," I say.

He slides my pants down. I immediately become nervous. What if he's never had sex with a transmale, or woman before? What if he does something wrong and hurts me? I mean, I do trust him, but I'm terrified! This is my first time!

"Baby, what's wrong?" Willam asks.

"I'm scared," I reply pitifully. I feel so embarrassed!

"It's okay, calm down. You can trust me. You already said that you did. Having second thoughts?" he asks.

"Kind of...what if it hurts?"

"I'm not going to lie, it will hurt a bit at first," he replies, "but at the end it becomes pleasurable."

He gets off of me and takes his pants off. "Do you have anything?" he asks.

"Like condoms or lube? Hell no. I didn't think I'd get laid until after highschool," I reply.

"Then this is going to hurt a lot more," he informs me; how reassuring!

Willam takes his boxers off before taking mine off. I haven't ever been fully naked in front of him or any other boy for that matter. I feel kind of weird.

He pushes my legs apart. I yelp as he begins prepping me. "I'm sorry, babe, I really am. Just keep breathing. It'll start feeling better," he assures me. He's showing a caring side that I haven't seen in awhile; I like it.

Minutes later, he aligns himself with my entrance. I soon felt a sharp pain in my lower region. It causes me to grit my teeth and groan.

Willam kisses my lips as he begins thrusting his hips slowly. I begin breathing shallowly, hoping to get used to this. It's uncomfortable right now. I hope it gets pleasurable like he said it would.

"You're so beautiful," Willam whispers, "and perfect."

"Fuck!" I groan as Willam begins thrusting his hips even faster.

He kisses my neck in attempt to soothe me as he quickens his pace even more. He puts my one of my legs over his left shoulder. This causes him to thrust in at awkward angles.

He hits something inside me that causes me to moan and arch my back. Pleasure floods through my body.

"Ah..." I sigh.

"Did that feel good?" Willam asks.

"Yes," I reply breathlessly.

He continues to hit that something inside of me. It causes me to moan even louder. At this point, I don't care if my mother hears. This feels good.

"I'm close," Willam breaths out.

I look up into his eyes and smile. "Go ahead," I sigh. As pleasurable as this is, it's tiring.

About a minute later, Willam moans loudly as he orgasms. I moan as well and tilt my head back. A warm sensation fills me.

He pulls out of me an lays beside me. He puts a blanket over us. "I love you so much," he says as he wraps his arms around me.

"I love you, too," I reply. I'm a little shocked that I just lost my virginity. At least it was to someone that I trusted completely instead of a stranger.

I glance at the clock; it's 4:23 PM. Willam and I have time for a nap. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes.

He kisses the top of my head, "Good night, Shane."

"Good night, Willam."