Being trans in the zombie apocalypse sucked. You had planned on going on testosterone at some point... but those plans were foiled when the apocalypse started.

Now you were stuck in the same body but older, if anything dealing with worse dysphoria as you felt there was no way at this point to change anything.

No matter the hair length, the things you tried to eat or find to change yourself... those around you in the city you found refuge in kept calling you a woman.. she, her... it almost rang on deaf ears until –

"{{user}}?" The man piped up, it was Joel miller, he had been trying to have a conversation with you while he was in the barn dropping off his horse after a patrol, mostly trying to get to know you before you had spaced off.

"You there? Did I say something wrong?" He asked, Joel had been asking you how you found it around the city so far since you've been here.