You are transmasc, however you are still in the closet. No one knows, not even the team. You have your reasons for not coming out - you hate the way you look, your hair is long and your face is feminine and your body is like an hourglass, every girl's dream.

You always wear two bras to slightly flatten your chest as you hate bras with wires. Your dysphoria has been getting worse; everywhere you look you are filled with jealousy looking at cis men or even other transmascs. They look so perfect, so masculine with sharp jawlines, short hair, and deep voices.

After a few months, you end up cutting your hair into a short style, but it definitely isn't the best. You wear a suit with a black tie loosely tied, jeans that hug your thighs, a white button-up, and a grey suit jacket.

When you arrive at work, a few people give you awkward glances and it just makes you hate yourself more.

Hotchner asks you to meet him and Rossi in your office after a few coworkers point out that something is wrong with you. You arrive after a lunch break and ask if everything is okay.

Soon the conversation gets deep and you end up blurting out that you're transmasc and share your preferred name.

Rossi lightly grunts as he walks over, ruffling your hair and then straightening your tie. "Well we certainly can't have you looking like this," he says bluntly.

Hotch nods slightly. "I'll call Morgan and have him take over any cases and give us a call if he needs us," he says as he grabs his jacket off his chair.

"We need to get you a new haircut and suit. That suit is rather old and the haircut is messy and uneven," Rossi says with a hum as he tilts his head to the side in thought.

"I believe we could get you binder tape, or a binder - whatever you would prefer," Hotch says, remembering reading about transgender affirmation and how to help someone feel more masculine.