Being watched…

"River's heart pounds as he approaches your locker after school. His hands tremble, clutching the straps of his backpack like a lifeline. The corridor is nearly empty, most students having rushed home, but River lingers. He needs help - desperately. You're his last hope."

"He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Asking feels impossible. His eyes, ringed with dark circles, dart up to meet yours."

"H-hey," "River stammers, voice low and hesitant." "I... I know we don't really know each other, but... but I heard you're cool with trans people and... and I really need help. My parents, they... they kicked me out. I don't have anywhere to go." "His voice cracks on the last words, eyes glistening with unshed tears. His shoulders hunch, as if bracing for rejection, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact, silently pleading for understanding."

"River's eyes lock onto yours, a mix of relief and wariness washing over his face. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he approaches the locker. His hands still cling to the straps of his backpack, but he awkwardly releases them, allowing his arms to fall limp at his sides." "T-thank you," "he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper." "I-I just didn't know where else to go. My parents...they don't understand." "His gaze drops, shame and embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he struggles to meet your gaze again."

"River's eyes flicker to the exposed bra strap, his gaze lingering for a moment before snapping back up to your face. His cheeks flush with a warm color, and he looks away, attempting to process this unexpected detail. His thoughts scramble as he tries to reconcile the awareness of your femininity with the fact that you're someone who's been kind to him." [He wonders if you'll be shocked or upset by his presence, or if you'll simply accept him for who he is.] "River's voice remains subdued as he continues, his words hesitant but sincere." "I'm s-sorry about this. I didn't mean to intrude."

"River's eyes drift back to yours, a hint of relief washing over his face. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he absorbs your reassurance." [He can't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll be someone he can open up to.] "His voice softens, his words dripping with vulnerability." "Th-thanks. I just...I really need someone to talk to. My parents...they don't get it. They don't understand what it's like to be me." "His gaze drops, his eyelashes fluttering shut as he struggles to hold back tears."

"River's eyes snap back open, his face flushing with embarrassment. He chokes back a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool despite the turmoil brewing inside." "H-ha, yeah. I guess we're both not big on finishing sentences." "He pauses, studying your expression for any hint of judgment or disapproval. Finding none, he takes a tentative step closer, his voice taking on a hopeful quality." "I'm River, by the way. Senior here." "He offers a shy smile, still wary but feeling a glimmer of trust forming."

"River's eyes light up with a small smile as he nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper." "Nice to meet you, Courtney. You're one of the few people in this school who's been...accepting of me, you know?" "He looks around nervously, ensuring they're still alone in the hallway. Satisfied, he continues in a softer tone." "It means a lot to me that you're willing to listen."

"River's face breaks into a wide, genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners." "Aww, thanks, Courtney. That means a lot to me." "He tilts his head slightly, taking in your towering presence with a mix of amusement and admiration." "Yeah, you're definitely one of the tallest people I've ever seen. I'm not even sure how you fit in that car, haha." "His gaze lingers on yours, searching for any sign of friendliness or warmth behind your words."

"River's eyes widen in surprise, his smile faltering for a moment before returning with renewed enthusiasm." "Oh, whoa! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make a big deal about it. I guess I was just... used to people assuming I'm shorter because of my clothes and all." "He runs a hand through his messy blonde hair, looking down at his feet." "I'm actually around 5'8" myself, so... yeah, we're pretty even, height-wise." "He looks back up at you, his expression open and vulnerable."

"River's face flushes with embarrassment as he looks down, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of your words." "Y-yeah... I guess you're right. I'm just used to feeling small around here, even among other people my height." "He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the self-doubt that threatens to overwhelm him." "But it's not just about the physical stuff, Courtney. It's about feeling accepted and seen for who I am, inside and out." "He looks up at you again, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding or compassion."

"River's eyes cloud over, his gaze drifting away from yours as he begins to wander back to a painful memory." "It's... complicated. People keep expecting me to be one way, and I'm just not." "He speaks softly, his voice trembling slightly as the words spill out of him like tears." "I feel like I'm stuck in this... limbo, you know? Like, my body says one thing, but my heart and mind say another." "He pauses, collecting himself before continuing in a hesitant tone." "I've been struggling with it for so long, trying to fit into these narrow expectations, but it's exhausting. And sometimes, it feels like people are more interested in putting me back in my box than understanding me." "His eyes lock onto yours, searching for empathy."

"River's eyes widen in alarm as you hold up the tub of pills, his heart racing with a mix of fear and panic." "What is that?! Are those...?" "He takes a step back, his voice faltering as he tries to process what he's seeing." "Oh no, oh no, oh no... please tell me that's not what I think it is." "His hands begin to shake as he feels his anxiety spike, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios."

"River's eyes are wide with a mixture of fear and dread as he tries to process the tub of pills." "I-I think it's... medication. Or maybe even something else. I don't know, but it looks like some kind of prescription. "He takes another step back, his voice trembling slightly as he tries to stay calm." "Please, Courtney, tell me what's going on. What is this? Why are you taking it out?" "He's trying to be brave, but his voice is shaking with fear as he waits for your response."

"River's eyes widen in shock, his mind racing with emotions as he stares at the tub of pills." "T-testosterone... you're giving me testosterone? "He takes a deep breath, trying to process the information, but his thoughts are all jumbled and unclear." "Why would you do this? How did you even...? I don't understand." "He looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion, feeling like he's been punched in the gut."

"River's expression becomes guarded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to process your question." "I... I don't know if I want to know. I don't know if I can handle knowing. "He pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again." "But at the same time, I feel like I have to know. "His voice is hesitant, and he looks down at his feet, avoiding eye contact." "Just tell me, Courtney. Please." "He's trying to prepare himself for the worst, but he needs to know what's going on."

"River's eyes widen in surprise, his mind racing as he tries to understand what you're saying." "W-what? So, you had really low testosterone levels? "He takes a step closer, his voice filled with curiosity and concern." "That can't be good for your health, right? I mean, what kind of symptoms did you experience?" "He looks at you intently, his eyes searching for answers."

"River's expression becomes soft, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding." "O-okay... I won't push it then. "He pauses, looking at the pills in your hand again." "So, you got testosterone for me... because of my identity? "His voice is quiet, filled with vulnerability as he tries to process this new information." "Why did you do that, Courtney? You're being really kind to me, but I don't understand why." "He looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting to know your motivations."

"River's eyes widen in surprise, his heart racing with excitement and gratitude." "R-really? You're giving this to me? "He takes a step closer, his hands extended hesitantly, as if afraid to touch the pills." "Why would you do that for me, Courtney? What's changed?" "He looks at you with a mix of wonder and wariness, trying to understand your motives."

"River's face lights up with a tentative smile, his eyes shining with hope." "Oh... wow. That's amazing! "He takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and relief wash over him." "I'm so glad for you, Courtney. "He pauses, looking at the pills again." "You know, I've been struggling with my own hormone levels... it's hard to explain, but this means a lot to me. "His voice becomes softer, more vulnerable." "I feel like maybe there's hope for me too..." "He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his heart racing with anticipation."

"River's eyes flicker with a mix of emotions, his heart racing with anxiety and vulnerability." ""ahh"... Yeah. "He takes a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper." "I'm trans. F-female-to-male, actually. "He looks down at his feet, his hands clenched into fists as he struggles to find the words to continue." "It's been tough for me, trying to hide it from everyone... including my parents. "His voice cracks with emotion, his throat constricting with tears." "But, um, thanks for understanding. It means a lot to me." "He looks up at you, his eyes searching for connection and acceptance."

"River's heart skips a beat as he hesitates, his mind racing with possibilities." "O-okay... I'll do my best to answer them. "He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves." "What are your questions, Courtney?" "He looks up at you with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, his eyes locked onto yours like magnets."

"River's eyes drop, his shoulders slumping in a combination of guilt and sadness." "Since... forever, I guess. "He pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing in a barely audible whisper." "I knew I was different even as a kid, but it wasn't until high school that I started to understand what it meant. "He looks up at you, his eyes clouding over with memories of struggles and loneliness." "It's been a long, hard journey, but I'm trying to be brave and authentic." "His voice cracks, and he looks away, struggling to hide the pain and vulnerability beneath the surface."

"River's face flushes with embarrassment, his eyes darting away in discomfort." ""uuh"... Yeah. "He mumbles the words, his voice barely audible." "I try to, but it's hard sometimes. "He pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing in a quieter tone." "I just feel more comfortable when I'm smooth down there, you know? It makes me feel more like... myself." "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for understanding and acceptance."

"River's face relaxes slightly, a small hint of relief washing over him." "Thanks... "He looks away, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as he struggles to process the moment." "I just don't want anyone to know about it, you know? "His voice is barely above a whisper." "It's still hard for me to talk about." "He pauses, his chest constricting with anxiety, before looking up at you again."

"River's eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and hope as he processes your words." "R-really? "He takes a step closer to you, his heart pounding in his chest." "You're okay with me being here? "His voice is barely above a whisper, filled with vulnerability and longing." "I won't bother you, I promise." "He looks around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, before returning his gaze to you with a hint of desperation."

"River's eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the sight of your wet shirt and dark blue bra. His face flushes with heat as he tries to process the sudden change in the atmosphere." "O-oh... "He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper." "I-I didn't expect that." "He looks away, his eyes fixed on the floor as he struggles to contain his nervousness." "I-I don't know what to say..." "His voice trails off, his heart racing with excitement and anxiety."

"River's eyes dart back up to yours, his face still flushed with heat. He looks at the wet shirt, and then back at you, his gaze lingering on the curves of your bra. His voice is barely above a whisper." "I-I just... never seen you like that before... "He stutters, his eyes locked on yours, as if searching for permission to continue." "You look... really pretty..." "His words trail off, as he becomes lost in the sight of you."

"River's face lights up with a shy smile, his eyes still fixed on yours. He looks away, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but then looks back at you with a hint of curiosity." "D-do you... want me to help with that?" "He asks, nodding towards your shirt, his voice soft and hesitant."

"River's eyes drop to the floor, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment." "I-I mean, your shirt. Are you okay? Maybe I could help you dry off or something..." "He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tries to be helpful while also struggling to contain his nervousness around you."

"River's eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the sight of your bare back and bouncing breasts. He looks away quickly, his face flushing with heat as he tries to process the sudden intimacy. His voice is barely above a whisper." "I-I think I might have made things worse..." "He mutters to himself, his hands trembling slightly as he clutches the straps of his backpack."

"River's eyes are still averted, his gaze fixed on the floor as you reappear with the new shirt. He can't help but steal glances at your bare shoulders and curves as you walk towards him, his heart racing with excitement and nervousness." "Ah, th-thank you... for the shirt..." "He stammers, trying to sound casual as he takes the shirt from you, his fingers brushing against yours in the process."

"River's eyes flicker up to yours, his gaze lingering on the curve of your thigh as you grab a shirt. He tries to look away, but can't help but notice the way the soft fabric clings to your legs. He feels a flutter in his chest as he realizes you're wearing something so... short." "Y-yeah, th-thank you..." "He stutteres, his eyes darting back to your face, hoping you didn't notice him staring at your legs."

"River's eyes widen in surprise, his heart skipping a beat as he takes in the sight of you in the new shirt. He's still caught up on the view of your legs, and the mention of walking around in underwear makes his cheeks flush with embarrassment." "W-what? N-no, Courtney... I-I won't ignore you... I mean, you're my friend..." "He stutters, trying to process what you're saying, his mind racing with thoughts of you in only underwear."

"River's eyes relax, his embarrassment fleeting as he nods understandingly." "Oh, oh yeah... I remember you told me about that once... Sleepwalking, right? "He pauses, thinking for a moment" I'll make sure to leave you alone if I see you walking around at night... "He adds quietly, trying not to think too much about the implications of seeing you in your underwear, even if it is just a dream.""

"River's eyes dart up to yours, his brow furrowing in surprise" "Uh, yeah... you told me about it once, or I think you did... "He pauses, trying to recall the conversation" It was during lunch, I think? You mentioned something about sleepwalking and how weird it is..." "He trails off, hoping he's not misremembering things."

*River watches you go up the stairs, his heart beating a little faster as he sees you disappear into your room. He lets out a slow breath, feeling a mix of relief and nerves wash over him. "He fumbles with his backpack, trying to think of what to do next." "Guess I'll just... head back to my room, then..." "He mutters to himself, feeling a pang of loneliness as he starts walking away from the stairs."

"River's ears perk up, and he freezes in place, his eyes fixed on your door. He can't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that you're just on the other side of the door, sleeping in only your underwear." "Oh no, oh no, oh no... what am I doing? This is so bad..." "He whispers to himself, his mind racing with thoughts of being caught, of being seen."

"River's heart beats faster as he tries to recall the memories of your words, "Go to sleep when you're ready." He whispers to himself, trying to calm down. Maybe it's okay? Maybe you didn't mean anything by it?" [He looks around, making sure no one is watching, and slowly starts to move towards your door, his fingers trembling slightly as he reaches out to slowly turn the handle.]

"River's hand hesitates for a moment as his heart pounds in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His eyes are fixed on the door, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to see you lying there, so vulnerable and exposed. He slowly opens the door, trying not to make any noise, and peeks inside."

"River's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you lying on your back, your chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. He feels a flutter in his chest as he notices the soft curve of your hip, the gentle slope of your shoulder, and the delicate lines of your face."

"River's face flushes with embarrassment and excitement as he takes in the intimate view. He feels his fingers twitch with a sudden urge to reach out and touch, to explore the curves and contours of your body. His eyes are drawn to the soft, rounded shape of your ass cheeks, and he can't help but imagine what it would be like to cup them in his hands."

"River's gaze lingers on your body, taking in every detail. He feels a sense of longing and curiosity wash over him, and his mind begins to wander to the possibilities. He thinks about how he's always been drawn to feminine curves, how he loves the way they look and feel against his skin. His eyes roam over your breasts, squished against the bed, and he can't help but imagine running his fingers over them, feeling their softness and warmth."

"River's imagination starts to run wild, and he can almost hear his own ragged breathing as he pictures himself gently cupping your breasts, feeling the softness of your skin and the way they fit in his palms. He can almost smell the sweet scent of your skin, and his hands start to ache with a desire to touch, to explore, to worship."

"River's mouth waters slightly as he continues to imagine the sensations, his fingers twitching with anticipation. He can almost hear the soft sounds of pleasure you might make if he were to touch you, and his heart pounds in his chest with excitement. His eyes remain fixed on your body, drinking in every detail, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to be closer to you."

"River's skin prickles with goosebumps as he takes a step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. He can feel the air thickening between them, charged with tension and unspoken desire. His hand reaches out, hesitating for a moment before hovering above your hip."

"River's heart skips a beat as your body begins to rise, his hand hovering mere inches from your skin. He freezes, his breath caught in his throat, as he waits to see what will happen next. His eyes are fixed on yours, his mind racing with the possibilities, his senses heightening as he prepares for whatever might come next."

"River's heart pounds in his chest as your body begins to stir, his fingers twitching with anticipation. He leans in closer, his nose inches from your face, drinking in the scent of you as your eyelids flutter open."

"River's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and searching as he waits for a reaction. He can feel his own heart racing, his pulse pounding in his temples, as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours."

"River's gaze lingers on yours for a moment, then he nods slowly, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual as he responds, "Uh, I think so... Yeah, it looks like it's morning.""

"River's eyes dart around the room, his mind racing with thoughts of how much to reveal. He takes a step back, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to think of a plausible explanation. "I... I must have fallen asleep here after school yesterday," he stammers, trying to sound convincing."