write 2 trans best friends coming out to each other! it can be whoever you want; otabek and yuri, or phichit and yuuri, or anyone whose friendship you like! Either one character is out and the other one isn't, or they're both closeted and its a moment of "im trans" "me too!" (bonus if you have them diff. genders and they end up helping each other with stuff like lending clothes)
Alright here you go, genderfluid Yuuri and trans guy Phichit:
“Yuuuurrriii,” Phichit stretched the two syllables as far as he could. “We should do something fun tonight.”
“Phailin-chan, get your feet off my poster,” Yuuri said in response.
Phichit winced slightly at the name but said nothing, he was used to hearing it. “I am comfortable.” He was lying on Yuuri’s bed with his feet up against the wall and his head dangling over the edge while Yuuri sat at his desk.
“You could do this in your own room you know, you don’t have to ruin my poster,” Yuuri commented.
“Yes but you don’t have a roommate, I do,” Phichit said. “And I don’t think you’ll be at a loss if one of your precious Victor Nikiforov posters gets a little crumpled.”
“There was an uneven number of males when the dorms were assigned,” Yuuri shrugged. “Otherwise I would have a roommate too. And no, there were only 1000 prints made of that one,” he pointed at the poster Phichit’s feet were almost resting on. “It’s special.”
“You think Victor is prettier than me, don’t you?” Phichit pouted. “I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you Yuuri, I’ll leave so you never have to see my ugly face again.”
Yuuri laughed and turned to face him. “You’re the second prettiest girl I know Phailin-chan, don’t be jealous,” he teased. “I thought you were trying to convince me to do something fun.”
Phichit sighed at the compliment, he wanted to correct Yuuri but he never did. “Yes, you need to get out more. Let’s go to a party.”
“Not this again,” Yuuri groaned. “Haven’t you taken me to enough of those, why don’t we doing something more subdued. We could go grocery shopping,” he suggested.
“Absolutely not,” Phichit shook his head. “That does not count as fun.”
“We could make Thai food,” Yuuri smiled hopefully.
“Not happening,” Phichit said. “I already picked a party out, I was invited by someone in my photography class. It’s somewhat fancy and there will be a dance floor, show of your moves man!”
“Fine,” Yuuri relented. He almost always did though Phichit never forced him when he could tell it was something that would make him super uncomfortable.
“Yay!” Phichit swung himself into an upright position and grinned. “It’ll be so much fun.”
Yuuri seemed much less enthusiastic than he was. “You always say that, but as long as this doesn’t result in a hamster, a child, or pole dancing then fine.”
“I’m gonna have to dress you up for this, you can’t go looking like that,” Phichit trotted over to Yuuri’s closet and gestured at the exercise clothes Yuuri was wearing.
“I happen to be comfortable like this,” Yuuri said.
“Nope, not happening,” Phichit shook his head and pulled open the closet, quickly narrowing down what was acceptable. He eyed some of the garments with longing and sighed, Yuuri might not have the greatest sense of style but he had some nice clothes. “You need something fancier. What do you want to wear?”
“This,” Yuuri deadpanned. “It’s what I want to wear,” he glanced down. “It’s not like I can wear what I’d prefer today so this,” he muttered under his breath.
“Well what would you prefer to wear,” Phichit turned to him with his arms crossed over his chest. “You can tell me.”
Yuuri looked nervous, granted he always did to some extent, but this was more than his typical look. “Er, well,” he scratched the back of his neck, still staring at the floor. His expression was the one he wore every time he had something important to say.
Phichit walked over to Yuuri and knelt down to be in his line of sight. “If there’s anything you want to tell me you can,” he said.
Yuuri seemed to think about that for a minute. “You’re going to think I’m so weird Phailin-chan,” he covered his face with his hands.
“I won’t judge you,” Phichit promised. “You can tell me.”
Yuuri slowly uncovered his face. “I’m a girl today, yesterday I was boy, somedays I’m neither, somedays I’m both,” Yuuri refused to meet Phichit’s gaze. “I told you it’s weird. But I’m a girl today, so I’d like to wear a dress but it doesn’t matter because I don’t have one.”
Phichit’s eyes widened and he smiled to himself. “You’re genderfluid!” He was happy to hear that. “Should I change the pronouns I use for you?”
Yuuri seemed surprised by the question. “That would be kind of you Phailin-chan. I would prefer you use they when you aren’t sure. Today I would like you to use she,” she bowed.
“Of course Yuuri!” Phichit hugged her. “You’re the prettiest girl I know. I bet I have a dress that will fit you, there’s this sundress in blue that doesn’t fit me too well, you can have it.”
“Thank you so much,” Yuuri smiled. “I’m sure it looks better on you though, you’re much prettier than me,” she looked away again.
Phichit took a deep breath, if Yuuri could say it then he could too. “Actually no. I’m not prettier than you and I’m not the second prettiest girl you know,” he said.
“Of course you are,” Yuuri said. “You’re very pretty.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Phichit raked his hand through his hair. It was a lot harder to say than he thought. “I don’t think it’s weird that you’re genderfluid because um…” he trailed off. Normally he didn’t struggle with words but this was hard to say. “I’m a boy,” he finally got the words out.
“Another reason we get along so well,” Yuuri smiled at him. “I guess we both had something to admit. Is there something you would like me to call you?”
“He pronouns,” Phichit said. “And my name is Phichit not Phailin, please don’t use that anymore.”
“Okay Phichit-kun,” Yuuri repeated the name. Phichit grinned at hearing someone else use it other than himself. “Looks like you’ll be needing to borrow something of mine for tonight, we can have a little trade.”
“You’re the best Yuuri,” Phichit hugged her again. “Seriously the best. I’ll go grab you that dress and then we can try stuff on together.”
Yuuri agreed and Phichit ran back to his room quickly, grabbing a few dresses out of his closet before returning. When he got back he found that Yuuri had pulled out some clothes from her closet as well. “Here you go,” Phichit held out the dresses.
Yuuri’s face lit up as she looked at them. “I love these colors,” she smiled.
“I know,” Phichit grinned right back.
“I’m a bit taller than you, so I’m not sure how well all of this will fit you, but these all seemed like something you would wear,” she offered him the pile of clothes she had selected.
“I’m sure it will be fine,” he said. “And this just means a shopping trip is in order.”
Yuuri nodded and the two of them went about changing into the clothes laid out before them, a feat that was no longer awkward after years of changing in front of others during competitions.
Phichit pulled on a pair of nice jeans that were a little large on him but would fit with a belt, he topped it off with a sweater that gave him a bit of a professor vibe. Yuuri changed into the blue sundress and it looked great on her.
“You know what Yuuri?” Phichit threw an arm around her shoulder once they were both dressed. “I think we’re pretty darn cute.”
“You know what Phichit?” Yuuri echoed his tone. “You’re the second prettiest boy in the world.”