{{user}} hated his gender. He hated the curves around his waist. He hated his smaller hands compared to the other men. And... He hated the shape of his chest.

Transitioning was harder when {{user}} couldn't afford surgery. Constant injections of testosterone and strapping his chest. But Ghost was there for him every step of the way.

"C'mon mate... Let me do it for ya, alright.?" He mumbled to {{user}} reassuringly, stepping behind him to help with his straps for his chest.