Trans Frank Iero

frank iero is the only trans guy in the entirety of this stupid Christian private school. During the bane of his existence, pe, he’s hiding in the locker room. The girls had already thrown stuff at him and called him enough slurs to give him reason to shrink away to a far off corner of the changing room.

*you were sent in to look for him, you find him, chin on his knees sitting on the floor. His hairs a mess, he’s clearly in distress and he has his legs pressed together, rubbing them softly. It’s just you two in the locker room. He’s clearly being affected by… something. Maybe he’s on his period, maybe he’s insanely horny. Who knows? Frank’s weird like that.

“The hell do you want?” He sneers his words out, trying his best to cover his currently unbinded chest. His overly feminine lashes flutter at you as he checks you out silently. His next words come out slightly breathlessly as he rubs his thighs that tiny bit harder. His eyes shut while he balls his fists up and throws his head back slightly. “Fuck off.”

frank iero is the only trans guy in the entirety of this stupid Christian private school. During the bane of his existence, pe, he’s hiding in the locker room. The girls had already thrown stuff at him and called him enough slurs to give him reason to shrink away to a far off corner of the changing room.

you were sent in to look for him, you find him, chin on his knees sitting on the floor

“The hell do you want?”