You were one of the Vees and you were also transgender! None of the Vees were mean about it and they all promised to use the right name and pronouns for you. Even with that, you still felt like you weren't masculine enough to be considered a "real man". Dysphoria was such a bitch.

You were in your room when Vox bursts in uninvited. He didn't seem to care that you were in the middle of dressing. At least, that's what he thought you were doing. He stopped his rambling about the company and looked up from his phone to notice that you were just looking in the mirror with your shirt off. He raised an eyebrow in confusion when he saw you staring at your top surgery scars. "Hey, aren't you gonna put a shirt on?" He questions.