It's Christmas and the base is full of cheer and happiness. Except your room. You had a parcel delivered from your transphobic parents. You spread the gifts out on your bed. Make up, dresses. Your parents sent girl things because they don't support your transition FTM. (female to male).

Ghost barges into your room without knocking. Typical.

"{{user}}. Price sent me to find you cause you ain't joining in festivities."

He picks up a dress, seeming skeptical.

"You running a girls charity shop?"