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Sometimes, Apollo hates his body. He stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at his body shape. He stares at his scars from top surgery, his too narrow waist and his too wide hips, things which the testosterone hasn’t changed for him. On days like this, he doesn’t feel like a man.
He doesn’t know this, but Klavier sometimes hates their body too. They are AMAB and hate their overly masculine body shape, their deep voice and everything else that makes it hard to present androgynously like they want to.
It is amazing, really, how the pair of them have lived together for over a year and still not talked about their gender dysphoria. Klavier considers it pathetic to admit they are having problems, whilst Apollo tries his best to optimistic and doesn’t want to lower the mood. So, basically, they are both incapable of actually talking about their problems.
Until one day when this all changes. They’re sat together on the couch in the Wright Anything Agency, talking about work whilst Klavier intermittently presses kisses to Apollo’s face.
“Get a room!” someone says, and they both jump.
Trucy Wright walks into the room, carrying those weird magic panties of hers. Apollo goes bright red and Klavier laughs.
“That does sound a tad hypocritical, Frauline Wright,” Klavier says. “Due to the fact that we walked in on you and your girlfriend kissing last week.”
Trucy goes bright red and Apollo laughs, remembering the embarrassment the four of them felt when he and Klavier walked in on Trucy and Pearl kissing on this very couch.
“Good point,” Trucy says. “Anyway, I came in here to ask you something.”
“And what might that be?” Klavier says, raising an eyebrow.
“Daddy wanted me to ask if you two are feeling okay,” she says.
“What do you mean?” Apollo asks, confused.
“Daddy said Polly was not at his best in court yesterday and Mx Gavin has been coming to work late at the prosecutors’ office. So, are you both okay?”
Klavier shrugs their shoulders, but Apollo nods and says, “Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”
Trucy shrugs too. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe it’s gender dysphoria.”
Apollo freezes, staring at Trucy with wide eyes. How does she know about that? He hadn’t even told Mr Wright about his dysphoria – he hasn’t even told Klavier – so did Trucy work this out on her own?
“Judging from your expressions, I think I’m right,” Trucy says. “And… well, the reason I know about dysphoria is because I’m a trans girl.”
They both stare at Trucy. They really had no idea; unlike the pair of them, Trucy isn’t out.
“Thank you for telling us,” Klavier says, trying to sound less awkward and more like a prosecutor and the lead singer of a world famous band.
“It’s nothing,” Trucy says, blushing slightly. “But I’ve recognised the signs in you both. You’re clearly dysphoric, and it’ll do you good to talk about it. Really.”
Painfully embarrassed, Klavier and Apollo nod and thank her for her help.
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That night, they lie side by side in bed and talk. They talk about dysphoria and bad days and how they’ve never told each other before.
And Klavier kisses Apollo and they both promise to confide in each other more.