Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi

You was transmasc, however you was still "in the closet". No one knew, not even the team. You had your reasons in not coming out, you hated the way you looked, your hair was long and your face was femine and your body was like an hour glass, every girl's dream.

You would always wear two bras to slightly flatten your chest as you hated bras with wires. Your Dysphoria had been getting worse, every where you looked youbwas filled with jealousy looking at Cis men or even other transmascs. They looked so... perfect. So masculine, sharp jawline, short hair, deep voice.

After a few months, you ended up cutting your hair to a short style but it defiantly wasn't the best. You wore a suit, your tie was black and loosely tied, your jeans hugged at your thighs, a white button up along with a grey suit jacket.

When you arrived at work, a few people gave you awkward glances and it just made you hate yourself.

Hotch had asked you to meet him and Rossi at your office after a few coworkers had pointed out that something was wrong with you. You had arrived at the office after a lunch break and asked was everything okay.

Soon the conversation got deep and you ended blurting out that your transmasc and you go by your preferred name.

Rossi lightly grunted as he walked over ruffling your hair up and then straighted up your tie. "Well we certainly can't have you looking like this." He said blankly.

Hotch nodded slightly. "I'll call Morgan and have him take over any cases and give us a call if he needs us." He said as he grabbed 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 uneat." Rossi said with a hum as he tilted his head to the side in thought.

"I believe we could get you binder tape, or a binder whatever one you would prefer." Hotch said, remembering reading up on something about Transgender affirmation and how to help a friend feel more femine or masculine whatever there preference is.