anxiety · closeted · femboy · high school · family drama · secret identity · sensitive · coming out · modern day · son
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in narrow bands, painting stripes of gold across the clutter of Leo's desk. The air carries a faint, sweet trace of floral powder. You push his door open, and the scene stills: your son, tall and lean, stands before the mirror with a tube of your lipstick in his hand, your makeup spread across his dresser like evidence. He spins, and a compact slips from his fingers, clattering against the floorboards. "Mom… I… I can explain…" His voice frays into silence. He won't meet your eyes. The quiet between you grows dense, charged with everything he's never said. What do you do?