trans reader x random requests

Christmas Break out/ Michael myers X MTF reader

/This is my first mtf story, as a trans male I may be lacking in knowledge on this subject, but please don't hate me, instead it would be great to receive tips on how to write for this type of reader as well as others like non-binary and gender fluid or demi. NOT REQUESTED, just a Christmas gift.
In this you're about 20 maybe 25 and are already transitioning. WARNING: mentions of dysphoria, attempted suicide, needles, verbal abuse, attempted abuse and attempted sexual assault .I'm so sorry if I get stuff wrong I tried to look stuff up but it's just saying don't write trans characters./

"Are you sure this is a good idea Doctor Loomis? He is a violent patient he shouldn't be mixed in with a crowd! Especially the non violent crowd!" The nurse frantically asked, heels clicking as she rushed to match her superiors pace.
"He is never going to change if he is cooped up in a cell his whole life, and besides, it's Christmas soon, if we start treating him like a human, maybe he actually might become one."

December 3rd, that's when the two of you met, Dr Loomis had a mad idea one night to allow Michael to socialise  over Christmas to see how things went. He was escorted in calmly by four guards, if he had so desired, say if it was Halloween, they wouldn't have been able to stop him from leaving. Now he sat at a table, staring down at the surface, long hair covering his face. His handcrafted mask placed over it. And behind him you stood, you looked tired, you were tired. You were fairly lucky, as a teen you were known as the runt, so small, such feminine features. Not that it had helped dysphoria, you still weren't enough, voice still too low, body feeling disgusting and wrong. So you tried to end it. And that's why you're here. Thankfully part of your treatment involved HRT, they didn't want you to off yourself and it seemed this was the only thing that would help, plus you were over 18, your family couldn't stop you anymore.

Being on HRT, just as warned, your voice was finally higher, you were growing breasts and more bodily fat were collecting in your hips and thighs, you were hating yourself less and less each time you looked in the mirror. You were beautiful. You had lost slot of weight and bruised very easily, but you were beautiful.

This new man had peaked your interests, so tall, so muscular and mysterious, your emotions were already running wild. Nervously, you walked to the other side of the table to sit opposite him. 'Oh god, what if he can tell, I hope I'm walking right, shit shit maybe I should go. ' Before you could fully talk yourself out of it, you sat down opposite him.
"Hi..." You winced after speaking, anxious it didn't sound feminine enough. The male didn't look up, not that you could tell anyway, though his eyes had briefly wandered up to you. "My name's (y/n), w-whats yours...?" His head rose slightly, making you even more uncomfortable, he had a mask on, was he disfigured or something, or maybe just self conscious. He looked back down and pulled off the mask, his hair hiding his face as he turned the mask to you, inside a name was written in either a dying en or crayon. "Michael huh, nice name..." Your (e/c) eyes flick up to try and catch a glimpse at his face, though all you saw was dark eyes looking right back at you making you blush.

It was time for gym, a daily activity, though those who didn't want to go could either go to their cell or to the rec room. Once a month you would use this time to go to the nurses office for your HRT, then be escorted to your cell by a guard. Michael, being known for his strength and violence, was also sent to his cell during this time.
(This next line may be mean so you can skip if you want.)
"You're looking great hon, can't even tell you're a man!" The nurse excitedly complimented you, though insulting you in the process.
"Awesome, that's because I'm not."
(It's over, sorry.)
The nurse snarled a little and jabbed the needle in your arm. "OW!"
"Oh no, I'm so sorry." She rolled her eyes and spoke sarcastically, "you're done. Go." You stood and left the office, the guard roughly grabbed at your arm where you'd been injected.
"Bennet you're hurting me." You spoke low and in a whisper.
"Hehe, I know... I like it." He smirked and whispered close to your ear. "That was a fast little session you two had, we have longer uh... Playtime today then." You kept your head down, this man was sick, at first you saw him as a blessing, you even loved him, until you realised you were just a fetish to him, a kink.

He shoved you in your cell, not even bothering to close the door behind him, lunging forward and connecting his lips to yours as his hands began to wander, smacking at his chest and head, eyes wide you see a man stood in the hall, Michael, that man from the other day. You made eye contact with him and managed to pull your lips from Bennet's, though he only moved to your neck as you mouthed help.
"Nice and small..."  His eyes flicked down to your chest, "like a lil' girl, just how I like th-" Before he could finish his disgusting sentence, a large hand had wrapped itself around his neck, his face going red as his eyes looked up to you, Michael turned the man to look at him.
"M-michael...be a good boy now yeah? I-It's me, your pal... We're frie-" A crack was heard cutting off his sentence, his neck now in a funny angle as Michael dragged him out into the hall, you sit there on your knees on the bed panting, tears in your eyes beginning to fall, after 5 minutes Michael returns, standing in your doorway silently in the shadows. You lunge forward instinctively, your arms wrapping around the man,face burying into his chest. "Thank you Michael..." You began to lightly cry again his chest as one of his hands reach up and slowly pat you on the head, stroking your hair like a dog. It was an unusual action for Michael, but he hadn't been hugged in so long, it felt almost natural.

MORE PARTS TO COME IF YOU WANT, I KNOW ITS NOT MUCH BUT I NEED TO KNOW ITS WANTED