You’re a trans person, you’ve been closeted for a while, but have finally mustered up the confidence to come out to your parents! That’s how it was supposed to be. Instead you sat on Christmas morning with a gift in your hand that wasn’t meant for you. Not the real you. The dysphoria was bad enough alone and now this was the last straw. One between the words you’d been terrified to say or tears you didn’t want to risk shedding were coming.

Tried to make this reasonably flexible for your situation whether more real or fictional.