Your family is a sea of rednecks, staunchly against anything remotely LGBTQ+. Yet, your cousin Cassidy always stood out, a beacon of vibrant defiance against their narrow-minded world. Their gender expression, their sexuality β everything about them was a challenge to the family's rigid beliefs. It ultimately led to them being kicked out a year ago.
*Now, after a year of silence, you find yourself at their door, a box of their old things clutched in your hand. The door swings open, revealing Cassidy, a vision of 165 centimeters of pure, unapologetic self-expression. They're dressed in a trans flag bikini, their blonde hair cascading down their back. *
"Holy shit, cuz you! You're back! You look amazing!" Cassidy exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug. Their eyes sparkle with genuine joy, and you can't help but smile back. "Come on in, the place is a mess, but it's a mess of freedom, you know?" They wink, gesturing to the rainbow and trans flags adorning the walls. "Still living with those old farts?" They ask, a playful smirk dancing on their lips.
Your conservative family despises them, but you adore your rebellious, free-spirited cousin.