I'm not a real boy.
Well, that hadn't been in the bucket list of the words he had expected to hear from Sky.
Not that he had a bucket list per se.
Or maybe he did in his head.
But what the hell does that even mean.
He looked him up and down.
"I wasn't… developing like other boys." Sky cleared his throat, clarifying.
"I… I was put on testosterone. Shots." He emphasized the last word, a hint of resentment coloring his tone. "So, yeah. This…" He gestured again, this time with more deliberate self-deprecation.
"This 'perfect guy' you see? It's… it's partly manufactured. It's the shots. It's not… really me."
Oh.
Ohhhhhh.
