Chapter 5
The bleeding finally stopped.
The first day he didn’t have to wear a sanitary towel, Andreas cried in the shower, and didn’t even berate himself for it. Periods were—and had always been—the worst part of being assigned female. He’d hated having breasts. His bald face mocked him in the mirror every morning. He didn’t like doing anal because the lack of reaction was a cruel reminder of what he didn’t have. But they were all just kind of s**t things. Getting his first period, at twelve years old? He’d tried to kill himself.
So when he went twenty-four hours without any blood whatsoever, he broke down in the shower and cried himself hoarse.
Then he’d gone downstairs, thrown the post-pregnancy diet to the winds, and made an obscenely large mug of hot chocolate.
“You alright?” Eri
