"Loving yourself for who you are is the bravest thing you can do."

Transmission has struggled much with his identity ever since he was a hatchling. Raised as a female dragon, Transmission found their birth gender too constricting; a dress that didn't fit, too demure, too fragile. As they aged, they tried genderfluidity on for size - and while it was certainly freeing to mix-and-match masculinity and femininity as openly as they pleased, something still didn't feel right. They lacked stability, a solid foundation upon which to build their true identity. Femininity had lost all of its charm for them, and so Transmission leaned more and more into their masculine side... and found that it suited them perfectly. He / him pronouns were a natural first choice, and as they grew more comfortable with themselves, they realized what had been true all along: "they" had been a "he" from the start, and it was time to make that inner dream an outer reality - and from that day forward, Transmission fully embraced his male identity with open arms.

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xx"He called you a what?!"

xxTransmission sighed as he continued to stir the bubbling pot in front of him, "Don't make me repeat it, I know you heard me the first time Al." Closing his eyes, the Gaoler focused on the scent of chocolate and spices wafting into his face, allowing it to draw his mind away from this morning's incident.

xxIt's not like it was even an original insult, but something about this one in particular just burrowed its way into Transmission's fur and under his skin. Maybe it's just that he's feeling more sensitive today?

xxWhatever the reason, it doesn't really matter anymore because he messed around and Almandite was going to make sure he found out. Having pulled Patch away from his magic show rehearsals, the two refused to leave Transmission's side the rest of the afternoon while they interrogated him about every single detail.

xxThey would later claim it was recon, but Transmission knows they just wanted a mug of his hot chocolate the little gluttons.

xxAfter making sure Trans was okay, Al and Patch felt comfortable spitballing different plans of revenge. Ideas spanning from painting secret gay flags around his den, to training a murder of crows to attack him on sight, they got wackier as the night went on.

xxFinally it was agreed to hide fish guts in his beloved truck.

xx"I didn't agree to anything, I'm just here to spectate and sweettalk the authorities out of arresting you both." The Gaoler filled his mug with the very last cup of hot chocolate, "Also where would you even hide fish guts that he wouldn't just find right away?!"

xx"I'm not gonna say how I know this, but it is incredibly easy to slip something into the framework of the car itself and in order for him to properly clean it all he'd have to tear the truck apart."

xxThree weeks later, when a pair of Guardians came to ask the trio about rotten fish guts being put in someone's truck, Transmission- who was swaddled up in a grandpa sweater and round wire-framed glasses- looked them both in the eye and smiled sweetly.

xx"No, I'm afraid I don't. Who in their right might would even think of doing something like that?"

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He'd be arrested for spreading the trans agenda /j
Honestly, I feel like he'd get arrested for fashion crimes, but for both occasions - because he looks too good and is making everyone else jealous or because his clothes are so mismatched that everyone starts internally screaming after seeing him

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