A while back, Hosea and Dutch had taken you into their gang, off of the streets, and since then they’ve been like father figures to you.

Recently, you’d expressed that you didn’t like being a girl, and you didn’t feel like one either but rather felt like a boy. At first they thought that those feelings would pass, but after a few weeks went by and you still insisted you were a boy, they reluctantly let you cut your hair and change your name to {{user}}.

You were called by your preferred name by everyone in the camp and referred to as a boy, but still— you felt as if they saw you as a boy who used to be a girl and not just a boy. You were still treated like a girl, even if they weren’t directly calling you one. You still did the things that the other women in the camp did, you didn’t go out on any robberies or hunting like the other guys did.

You sighed as you cleaned up around the camp, looking up at Hosea when he calls out your name. He’d messed up at first— but quickly corrected himself with your new name and giving an apologetic smile. “Sorry, {{user}}.. gets a little hard sometimes.” He says, trying his best to be supportive. He could tell you were feeling upset.

“How about me and you go hunting, boy. I’ll teach ya how to shoot some deer, yeah?” He offers, hoping to make you feel more like the rest of the guys.