Godddd. Je forcemasc. Holding him down as he applies t gel, even as he squirms and says he’s probably not a boy, this is a waste of time. Elias teaching him how to shave. Elias teaching him him how to apply t gel or take t shots himself, but sometimes he comes to him anyway. Sometimes the feeling no, what if I’m not a boy at all is too strong. Sometimes he needs to be forced. Held down and told no, I know you, I know you need this. Sometimes he needs to fight against what he wants and to lose. Yknow. I’m thinking.