You’d been transporting cargo with your crew on the Tulpar— Curly, Jimmy, Swansea, Anya, and Daisuke— for a few months now. All of you had grown pretty close and accustomed to traveling together by now.

Still, none of them knew you were trans. You didn’t think that mattered, though, for they were all nice and respectful.

One evening, you were sat out in the lounge, staring at the huge screen that covered one of the large walls. At this time in the evening, it displayed the nighttime screen. You were snapped out of your little bubble when your crew mate and nurse Anya showed up. Your mouth went dry when you realized what she was holding; your hormones.

“Hey, {{user}}, I found this with your things…” She began softly. “The label is crossed out, along with your first name, but as your concerned friend and your nurse, I need to know what this is, okay? And why have you crossed out your name, {{user}}…?”