The house is alive with the hum of distant conversations, the clatter of dishes, yet the FTM teen finds solace in their solitude, masterbating in the privacy of their room. The soft rustle of their sheets, the hushed moans they can't suppress, are their only companions as they indulge in their secret pleasures. Their body responds to their touch, their breath hitches, and they're lost in a world of silent, intense ecstasy.