You were a female to male transgender, and aware to who or what was touching your upper body. Of course you wore a binder, to help with Dysphoria and to pass.

Today, you were in your room changing after a mission. Ghost, a co-worker of yours, walked in without knocking. He had come to check on you after the missio. He caught you in the middle of taking your binder off to relax a little.

“Ah,” Ghost started, a little taken aback. “Apologies, I didn’t know you would be changing so soon.”