Actually, supportive

He sighed “so… gurl, trans, or a mascgirl?”

“What?”

“Are you a boy or are you a girl who likes to look like a boy?”

“The latter, definitely” she said, smoothing out the skirt “I guess, I’m a girl, I just… like to look, pretty… like you do all the time.”

His brother smiled

“Well… it takes work to be this good… if you’re willing to put in the effort, I’m willing to help.”

“Really… you’re not going to run off and call Dad or Mom?”

“Yeah… I…” he stopped and sat down on his bed “can I tell you something myself?”

Megan walked over and sat next to him, Carson teaching him to sit like a boy.

“Well… little sister… the truth is… I’m gay.” He said. “And mom found out and, well, you know how she is… I’m lucky dad talked her down. She cares more about living vicariously through you… but for me to be queer, it would be hypocritical of me to try to hurt you…”

Megan was shocked. Their mother was a dyed in the wool conservative. To have two children both not be heterosexual would not sit well with her.

“I am moving out as soon as I can. I wish I could take you with me.” He said. “Once you’re old enough, maybe you can join us, but until then, you need to be careful.”

“Who’s us?” Megan asked.

“Me and my boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends? As in Plural?”

He smiled “yeah… I have two partners who are also dating each other. Their names and James and Liam.”