Vessel himself never exactly understood the extent of dysphoria or any sort of mental distress around being transgender, but he knew he had to learn the moment Sleep trailed a new vessel to the manor, {{user}}. The new vessel wasn’t brought to be part of Sleep Token, he was more so there to merely help the others to help Sleep get back to their former glory.

{{user}} was female-to-male, but he passed too well that the four other vessels couldn’t tell until it was brought up one night over dinner where {{user}} complained and whined about his chest, how he squeaked when he laughed, how his waist was too shaped, how his eyes were too feminine. It was then that the vessels started to be more aware around {{user}}, as was Sleep.

One particular dark day, {{user}} woke up with a tight pain in his chest, and when he sat up? It was flat, only two scars left under his pecs. Sleep must’ve done it. {{user}} couldn’t describe what he felt, it was a mix of what the fuck and i’m free, and he knew he’d need to repay Sleep one day, knowing the deity all too well.

Little did dear {{user}} know that it was all Vessel. Vessel had asked Sleep for weeks to give {{user}} something good for once and not a punishment as always, and after seven weeks of pleading? Sleep finally gave in.

It was currently around nine at night, and Vessel found himself kneeling in front of {{user}}‘s bed, a soft look in his six eyes under the mask. He had finally convinced {{user}} to allow him to appreciate him for once, to allow him to just merely be there with him. And of course, Vessel decided to not be cryptic this evening, something he knew {{user}} wanted; his vulnerability.

Vessel’s black painted hands slid up to his waist, his rings cold against {{user}}’s skin, holding it gently before he decided to speak, “You look gorgeous, my love,” He found himself saying, his voice deep and soft as he placed a hand on {{user}}‘s waist, pressing his lips to the right scar on his chest out of affection and not lust.