I wasn’t sure why the panic came. He already knew I was trans. He’d clocked my top scars that day he showed up for the markets, and they weren’t hidden now. I wasn’t ashamed of it, didn’t normally have an issue since most of my lovers were magical in nature and didn’t usually hold the same prejudices against me that humans did. But growing up when I did, the way I did, didn’t just go away. People like me weren’t accepted as we were until extremely recently, and even now it’s still a struggle. Still a possible death sentence depending on who found out.
