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John felt comfortable in his skin. Sure. He was comfortable in his masculinity. Being his fathers son, John Egbert. he/him. He’d never known anything else. He most definitely didnt feel a twinge of pain whenever dadbert talked of how proud he was for his son to become a man. He definitely didnt look at roses dresses and skirts in her room, and ponder what it was like to wear them. John was a perfectly well adjusted teenager. His father wasn't discriminatory or anything like that, at least it never came up in his lifetime. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like, if the old man was still around. It sure would be a help in moments like this. John sat, in blue god pajamas, a long hood hanging off the back, and bright yellow shoes. This was the general idea of god tiering, he expected this. What he didnt expect was the long hair that sat down to his shoulders, it was soft, smooth, and smelled of a floral shampoo. His body felt different, yet not strange. It felt comfortable. He looked down at his palms, they were smaller, dainty, even. He was definitely still in his own body, his tan complexion and the birthmark shaped like a wrench on his left forearm. He cautiously felt his own face, it was rounded, his neck was smooth all the way down with no Adam's apple to be found. He adjusted his glasses, and stood up. He was wobbly on his own feet. It felt like releasing a breath he didnt know he was holding. As his hands trailed down his own hair, his mind trailed to moments from his childhood.
Nana Crocker was a lovely old woman, she liked to wear dresses and just the slightest bit of makeup in her old age. Years after her death, all of her items still sat in the room which was once hers. A younger john would often wander in there. He would sit up on the vanity and attempt to put on makeup the way she did in the pictures. It made him happy, in the strangest way. He would put on blush and lipstick, and wear her pearls. He’d wear her dresses, they went past his feet on his small frame, and dance around the room to songs on the old dusty record player. It was a joyous time, he wished he still had things from it-
His thoughts were cut short by a sudden realization, he opened his sylladex and searched through it, he hoped and prayed it was still there
The time was running out, he didnt know if he’d survive this explosion, if he’d make it in time, he wasnt aware of anything at all. In these last few minutes he ran down the hallway from his room, next to fathers study, was his nanas old room. He rushed in, rummaging through the drawers. He knew he couldn't stand to clutter his sylladex with too many things. He stopped when his hand touched the cool metal, it was his favourite one. A dark blue beret with a simple circle shape.he’d always been drawn to it, maybe for his love of the colour blue. Time was running out,he needed to get back. He looked between the vanity and the door, once, then twice. He grabbed one last thing, and ran out the door.
He carefully held the beret in his hand, the blue surface sat, reflective. He held it carefully, like it was a precious gem. He slipped it between two strands of hair. It didnt feel as heavy, maybe because it was on a longer piece. It neatly held back the hair at a side part. John stood, awestruck for what felt like a long time. He was in a female body, and it felt so fuckin comfortable. It was like a weight off his chest had been lifted. No, her chest.
ectoBiologist [EB] Began pestering arachnidsGrip [AG]
EB: vriska!
EB: vriska!
EB: vriskaaaaaaaa
EB: I used 8 a’s !
AG: well
EB: well?
AG: well have you done it?
EB: if you mean reached god tier
EB: yes!
EB: but i've discovered new things about it
AG: what do you mean ‘new things’?
EB: well ive,,, changed
EB: my body has anyway
AG: have you 8een rendered horri8ly disfigured?
EB: no!
EB: probably not
EB: i know trolls dont have
EB: gender alligned… body parts, really
EB: but is the concept of being trans a thing on alternia?
AG: well no shit! What does this have to do with the godtier
EB: i think i'm
EB: a girl
EB:always have been i guess
EB: now that i'm godtiered i'm in a girls body
EB: and it feels so cool!
AG: so you m8an to t8ll me
AG: that when you godtier, if youre trans, your body becomes your true gender
EB: i think???
AG: holy shit
AG: h8ly sh8t
AG: H8LY SH8T!!!!!!!!
EB: Yeah!!!
AG: if i g8dtier
AG: i could have t8ts ::::::::0
EB: trolls have tits?
EB: and you dont already have tits?
AG: yes to the first and no to the second
AG: this is a gamechanger eg8ert
AG: actually, what name should i use for you now?
EB: shoot, i havent actually thought about it
EB: what about
EB: nicky, after nicholas cage :0
AG: eg8ert that is disrespectfully the worst idea ive ever heard from you
EB: Well what are good girl names?
EB: it cant be casey, i’ve already named my
EB: salamander???? Daughter??? That one
AG: how am i supposed to know
AG: that's a y8u problem!!!!!!!!
EB: fair enough, i’ll figure it out
AG: Now if youll pardon me mizz eg8ert
AG: i have business to tend to ::::::::)
EB: Stay out of trouble!
AG: n8 pr8misessssssss
arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB]