As I knocked on Gambit's door that night, I felt an insuppressible nausea taking over me. Looking back at that specific moment now, I can tell you that the reason of my anxiety was not entirely due to ruining the foundations of a possible relationship but also the fact that it was going to be the first time ever I was going to talk my gender dysphoria over with someone other than my mute self. When he opened the door, clad in nothing but boxers, a perfect tan and CK One (This is one of the two scents in the universe that literally turns me on. I can spot the odour even in a crowd and it still makes my stomach clench), all I could do was to fake a smile and step inside.