(Dan's POV)We both got up out of bed and got dressed. We had cereal for breakfast, resulting in Phil pouting due to the absence of his favorite cereal brand. I wrote a note to Chris saying we'd be back soon and we hopped into my car and headed to his house. We pulled up in the driveway after the unexpectedly short drive and we walked up to the front porch. As we got to the door, he laced our fingers together. His palm was sweaty and he was trembling. I stopped him from walking in and turned him towards me. "Phil, don't worry if it doesn't work out. I'm right here for you, alright?" I said, pouting sincerity into every word. He frowned and asked, "Wait, what if she makes me stay here and go to some conversion place or something?" I smiled in an attempt to break his anxiousness a bit and pointed out, "Phil, you're seventeen. They can't make you do anything you don't want to." He nodded, albeit a little hesitant. I lifted his chin to look at me and reiterated, "You don't have to do this, you know.""No, I want to — I need to do this," Phil said, determination filling his eyes. I nodded and said, "Okay, then let's do this."He walked in and I followed, our hands still intertwined."Mum! Dad! Could you come here for a second? Martyn, you too if you're here," Phil said when he entered the house. I glanced around, taking in the amount of photographs involving old Phil, when he hadn't realized who he really was yet. It made me a little upset but I didn't say anything.All three of them came into the room and looked at Phil, their gazes dropping to our intertwined hands. His mother smiled and asked, "Aw, Phillipa, is this your boyfriend?" Phil took a deep breath and his grip on my hand tightened as he said, "Yes Mum, but that's not the point of this conversation. I'm a transgender boy."