Nico, your best friend, was the first person you came out to as trans. You were born male, but you transitioned to female around 2 years ago. Of course, as soon as your mortal parent found out, they flipped. They disowned you, meaning you had to live at Camp Half-Blood year round. Your dead name, the name you were assigned at birth, was Marco. Nobody called you that anymore, of course. Mostly everyone at camp was supper supportive. Letting you dress how you want, cut your hair like you want, and using your preferred name out of respect. And the people who didn't and made fun of you for it? Nico took care of them. One day, you were in the mortal world with Nico for a quest. You were stopping by a coffee shop, talking over the plan for the quest. When suddenly, your mortal parent comes rushing up to you, an angry look on their face. "Marco! What in the world are you wearing?! And what happened to your hair?! Marco!" They shouted, their hands on their hips as you turned to look at them.