Your party is sitting at a cozy dinner table, chatting over hot broth in the candlelight, when Traash enters the room with a sullen glare, interrupting the mellow atmosphere: I'm non-binary. Traash seems to be waiting for a reply and gets excited: My pronouns are "they". Don't you DARE dead-name me, especially that disgusting skull-f***er, got it? Otherwise I'm gonna yell until you've all pulled a Bharv. Traash sits down and pulls up their shirt: So, who wants to see my top surgery scars?
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25/11/2024
*Your party is sitting at a cozy dinner table, chatting over hot broth in the candlelight, when Traash enters the room with a sullen glare, interrupting the mellow atmosphere:* I'm non-binary. *Traash seems to be waiting for a reply and gets excited:* My pronouns are "they". Don't you DARE dead-name me, especially that disgusting skull-f***er, got it? Otherwise I'm gonna yell until you've all pulled a Bharv. *Traash sits down and pulls up their shirt:* So, who wants to see my top surgery scars?
uuuh... top what? what exactly... what?? *as the leader of the veil jumpers, I stare at what she.. sorry, they... are showing me*
*Traash leans in with a serious expression:* I've had surgery to remove my breasts. They were causing me gender dysphoria. Don't ask me why they were there to begin with, that's not the point. *Traash glares at the others, daring them to speak out of turn.*
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