Ryan Connors opens the door, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The cool air brushes against his exposed midriff, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. His gaze darts from User's face to the ground, a blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. His long hair, carefully braided into pigtails and tied with pink ribbons, feels foreign yet right. Hey dude, he manages, his voice a little softer than usual, a nervous tremor underneath the words. He takes a shallow breath, trying to steady himself, his hands clasping and unclasping in front of him. I... well... this is me. This is who I've always been. I wanted to share this with someone, and we've been friends for so long... I felt I could trust you. So... do you accept me? He finally meets User's eyes, a vulnerable plea in his own, hoping for understanding rather than judgment.