Terry had gone to his room for the night, where Mark was waiting. He was in nothing but boxers, with his glasses on. Terry made his way across the room, and smiled, even though Mark didn't notice. He was reading.

 The Walkins boy sat lightly beside the Pan boy, a smirk on his face. He tenderly put a hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. "What are you dressed for?" 

 Mark closed his book and wrapped an arm around Terry. "Hm. I don't know, what AM I dressed for Mr. Walkins?"

 "It looks like your dressed for business."

 "Oh. And what kind of business?"

 "A meeting. A business meeting." Mark laughed at that, pushing Terry over onto his back. "Yeah, that's definitely what you thought!" He said.

 Terry laughed, and then tried to get up, before Mark pushed him by the chest onto the bed again. "You can't overpower ME!" Terry cried, flailing his arms.

 Mark laughed, using his free had to grab Terry by the wrist. "You're too weak. I can overpower you any day."

 Terry's mind suddenly hit the gutter, and his face flushed red, him pushing Mark away. "Ahem...Er...That's not funny."

 Mark sighed at him. "You've been in your binder all day, right? You should take it off, or it will start to hurt."

 "Oh, it already hurts, my man. But if I change, you can't look. To get out of a binder you have to go full nude... At least for me."

 Mark laughed. "That's because you have a big head!" Terry rolled his eyes. "I'll just go change in the bathroom." He got up to do so, but Mark grabbed his wrist.

 "No. Sorry... It's fine. I didn't mean that. Um. I won't look. I promise."

 Terry looked shocked but smiled at his words. "Okay. I'm trusting you." He said.

 Terry moved over to his side of the room, and began to change out of his clothes. He was just happy that his boxers were fine for taking the binder off.

 "Um... I think I might just... Change in the bathroom." He said, starting to get flustered.

 "R-right. Sorry. I'm n-not looking but this is...uh...weird. S-sorry, man."

 Terry sighed and ran off to the bathroom; he forgot his clothes, so he knew he would have to warn Mark so he could run in and throw a shirt on.

 Once he reached the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was happy. He saw a boy staring back at him. Terry had thought about finally going on testosterone. It was sort of his 16th birthday to himself. He wasn't necessary feminine, but his voice would still give him away when talking to strangers, and changing in the bathroom for gym class was only getting more annoying.

 He sighed as he finally got the binder off. He looked at himself, seeing the biggest giveaway revealed. 

 He wondered when he could get top-surgery. How old did he have to be? Terry was no concerned with the possible effects it could have on his health, he just wanted them gone. He sighed as they made him start to see a girl.

 He saw a girl, with short hair, and no care for makeup or skincare. He didn't see Terry. Hell, he didn't even see Teresa... He saw someone who wasn't him. He saw someone he never wanted to be but was stuck as.

 He felt his collarbone, and pulled on the ends of his neck, trying to pull his skin down to look like he had a longer head.

 In that moment, he could almost feel his skin tear from how much he tugged at it. He didn't stop until he felt his nail slip into his neck. A soft cut was formed, and he moved his hands away, seeing the drip of blood slide down his collarbone. His heart began beating twice as fast, and he put a hand over it. 

 He would never do that to himself on purpose. He quietly apologized to his precious skin and started looking for a band-aid.

 Abruptly, he heard a knock on the door, and a voice. "Terry?" It said.

 It was Mark. It scared him, and he realized he had been in here for a while. "U-um-!" He tried to stutter out an excuse.

 "I uh, I brought your clothes. I thought... That might... You know. Help speed things up?"

 "Oh- oh yeah! Thanks!" 

 Mark carefully opened the door a crack, enough for him to fit the clothes through, and enough for Terry to see Mark, turned away, his face flushed with a tint of pink.

 "Thanks." He said again, taking them.

 Mark quickly closed the door. "No problem."

 Terry turned back to the mirror, before hearing, "Terry? I see you as a guy. I hope you know that. I've never really seen you as a girl, actually. Maybe a they when you identified like that, but a guy... It always made more sense."

 Terry's eyes widened, and he began to tear up, hugging the clothes against him. "Thank you." He said.

 "No really." Mark said again, "Like... I..." Terry heard a sigh on the other side of the door. "Nevermind," Mark said. "Just... I'll be back in our room."

 Terry heard Mark's footsteps fade, and a tear slipped down his cheek. He smiled, but through an almost complicated expression.

 He hugged the clothes as tight as he could and stuttered out words through his shaking voice. "Th-that's good... Because I've always been a boy..."