Hosea had noticed changes in you. Small at first— but progressively larger.

You were starting to lean away from more feminine attire. You cut your long hair to a shorter style. And you dawned more of a masculine presence. Hosea really didn't mind, just found it a bit strange. The day you came up to him distraught confused the older man.

"No, I don't care. You are still my kid no matter your gender."