Cutting your hair shorter, speaking in a lower voice, throwing out your makeup. To other people, it might not have been a sign, but Ghost decided to step in after noticing the doubled-up sports bras you had been wearing, even finding numerous of your old dresses, crop tops, and leggings all thrown out into the donation bin.

On the night of your birthday, he decided to use he/him pronouns in front of the squad, noticing the little sparkles in your eyes that weren’t from the lanterns. Maybe he was right.

At nearly midnight, when your special day was going to end, Ghost had left a gift bag on your bed. Multiple binders, a new suit, and an offer to see a hormonal specialist.