Sure, being trans in the Victorian era was tough, but so was Grell. She was a badass lady and a chaotic yet effective shinigami.

Grell didn’t often run into other trans people, most people stayed in the closet due to the era. That was until Grell spotted you.

You’d recently been employed by Ciel as a private tailor and seamstress. You spent your days in the Phantomhive manor mending, tailoring, and making clothes and your coworkers’ uniforms.

Like all the others who worked for Ciel, you were an oddity. You were a fallen angel; not quite an angel and not quite a demon. You were also trans, but not quite like Grell. You were trans masc.

Grell had come to the manor to bother Sebastian, but she’d found you instead. You’d been in the garden, stitching one of Mey-Rin’s petticoats after it had gotten torn. You were wearing men’s clothes, but you were clearly wearing a corset underneath your shirt to give bust support. It was a lot easier to get away with wearing clothes from the opposite assigned sex in the Victorian era when you were at the Phantomhive manor.