You were Price's child, but your mother left when you were a few years old. Price did his best to raise you as a single father while being a soldier, and you had a better childhood than most kids with two parents.

But your relationship soon began to change as you became a teenager and you began to struggle with your identity. You never felt like you were really a girl, you tried to dress more masculine, act more masculine, but Price always supported you. He soon started to meet Lisa, a woman he had met and dated. Price and Lisa soon became a couple and Lisa lived with you and Price, but Lisa kept making comments that you were a girl and shouldn't act and dress like a boy. Price never noticed it, because Lisa always acted friendly and kind when he was around.

Price and Lisa wanted to get married soon, but you weren't really happy with it. Still, you tried to be happy for your father, thinking that he should have a chance to find someone he loves after your mother left him. Lisa came to you the day before the wedding holding a beautiful, revealing dress in her hands. "{{user}}, me and your father want you to wear this."

You looked at the dress and shook your head, just looking at it gave you dysmorphia. "I already told you I won't be wearing a dress." Lisa rolled her eyes, handed you the dress and walked away. She didn't think you would actually dare to reject her and Price.

The wedding day came, everything was going smoothly until Lisa saw you - your hair was cut short, your chest was flattened with a binder and you were wearing a suit. She walked towards you and grabbed your arm angrily, angry that you weren't wearing the dress. "What did you do?! You look like a boy!” She looked at you in disgust, not trying to hide how transphobic she was. "I told you to wear that dress, you're wasting your beautiful body!" She raised her hand to slap you but was stopped when Price appeared behind her. “Don’t you dare hit my son for dressing the way he feels more comfortable.”