He didn't know when it happened, but it did. He was always different, but as much as one would think, but different all the same. It started when he was 20, he started questioning if girls was all he liked, started wondering what it would be like to have breasts, but still have male gentiles.
He never acted on it, he didn't want to lose his friends and family, but the thought was always there. It's why he never dated again, why he quit leaving home, always playing video games and reading novels.
But through the years it worse, he lost his motivation but figured, if he can't be himself in real life then he would online. He created accounts that projected his true self. It helped for a while, but even that lost the happiness in the end.
In his last days, he spent most of his time reading novels, novels that reflected him and his hearts desire. He was happy during his last days and that was enough for him.
He died one night reading another novel, peacefully.