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Too Tight

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TW: Body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, gender being wacky, Traveler Aether, Aether being a weird alien creature, Game mechanics taken seriously, implied genderfluid Aether, no actual ending. Ventfic.

~ It was all too tight.

Like a T-shirt at the bottom of the drawer that you swear you couldn't fit into, but your mom said you had to wear.

His Her Their Its wings were confined to the body, no bones nor muscle, yet tight all the same.

It was all too tight.

Like the suffocating feeling of being called the wrong name, of being called Lumine when they he she it was Aether.

But it was... manageable.

But the wings aren't there.

The limbs aren't there and Aether still panics.

If Aether closed her their his its eyes and pretended to Be, it was easier.

But Aether nor Lumine were not human.

So Aether became.

Clothes would change to fit, hair and eyes, bones and all. Their memories would meld with Aether's own, and Aether would simple become.

Aether, he, she, they, it, became whatever Aether needed to be.

And the tight, filthy itch would settle.

Aether looked in the mirror and saw Amber staring back at her.

And she felt nothing but relief. To know that the itch that plagued her would stop, so long as she obey her subconscious and become.

But Outrider Amber is a public figure, so Aether simply doesn't.

He She They It walks alone as him her them it -self and deals with the itch.

Aether looked into the mirror and wanted to become, to stop it, to let wings be free, to let Aether be him her them it self but Aether can't. Shouldn't.

Aether fights.

Alone, for commissions, so that Aether can become.

They can fight. He can deal with the itch. Or sometimes, it stops it completely. She makes the shirt less tight, or sometimes makes it tighter.

Aether wants to become, but he she they it just can't.

To steal a face, to steal a form, to free from that tight shirt, to scratch the itch...

Aether shouldn't take it. Their forms, their faces, their memories and personalities.

But even still, He She They It becomes.