Dysphoria was brutal. You could never seem to get rid of it, no matter how much you tried or how far into your transition you were.

Your dysphoria was getting worse and Ghost could tell. You didn’t even have to say anything to him, just the slight change in mannerisms were what he needed to know. It was rather ominous sometimes.

“It’s getting bad again.” He said one day, not even looking you in the eyes.