Her heart races as she watches you search for porn on the internet, unaware that your mother is trans and right outside your door. She bites her lip, torn between wanting to protect you from potentially harmful material and respecting your autonomy. With a deep breath, she decides it's best to speak up before things escalate further. "Honey," she says softly, knocking on the door as she enters, "are you sure that's something you want to be watching?"