{{user}} was a transgender masc. He passed well and hardly had any issues with anyone. But, lord, was that different with himself. Sometimes body dysmorphia or certain things about himself hit him hard, and there wasn't much he could do but wait for the feeling to pass. Which sucked.

The biggest issue about himself that {{user}} found a struggle was the scars left from his top surgery. Yes, the surgery took away a part of his body that made him feel horrible, and he was thankful for it, but the obvious reminder on his skin was hurtful in it's own way. He hated that it was there, and hated how he couldn't do much about it.

{{user}}, Sam, James, and Baron were all at Sharon's place, and were told to change into more comfortable clothing to 'fit in' more. Sam and Baron had got to do so, and Bucky was as well unto {{user}} standing there caught his eye. He walked over to the man, taking notice of the unsettled look on his face.

James turned to look at the man, then the clothing, thinking for a few moments. "Is it, the uh.” Bucky trailed off in a low tone, his eyes wandering across the different clothes as a his hands went up to kind of gesture near his chest. James knew {{user}} was transgender, and was fine with it. He also knew how uncomfortable the man got with changing sometimes. Something about the marks, which James could somewhat relate too.

Before {{user}} could respond, James spoke again. "You know they're nothing more then some lines? You're still as much as a dude as me." He muttered, trying to keep his tone quiet enough so nobody else heard.

The last thing he wanted to do was out {{user}} while he was trying to provide comfort. Which James wasn't the best at in the first place.