Through a fun social activity I got to explore that aspect of my life in a safe environment and realised it was mismatched with my body, so I dubbed myself a woman, henceforth, because that was the label that felt most correct for my perception of reality.
Although I'll also have to retort with a serious question of my own: why should I rationalise my perception of my own gender to you?
If I had a dollar for every person who found out something about themselves while playing DnD, I'd have a small fortune.
I love Lancer shitposts because they always come across like a murder letter written by the utterly deranged.
...which honestly fits Lancer players, from what I have seen of the game.
Assigned Cactus At Birth.
...wait shit that acronym already exists.
I discovered I was bisexual because I made a gay mad scientist.
Ayyyyyy, part of the reason I found out I'm trans is through realising I enjoyed playing female characters moreso than men, and had an easier time doing it.
Panel 1: Bilbo Baggins holding a character sheet.
Panel 2: character sheet now has a transgender pride flag in it.
Here we see the majestic players in their natural habitat...
'tis what I try. I regurgitated her full story in another reply but I do try to balance the brooding and the unhealed pain with party momminess and so far it's working.
She might just need a hug or several herself every now and then but she's a good boss.
My party's already horny on main 99% of the time, don't give them more ideas!
Nobody expects the INT and STR saving throws!
Just boring old DnD 5e, though the campaign has since gone into hiatus. The DM has had plans of restarting it with a new system, though.
Art by Tuda6 (left) and GiganticBuddha (right).
Funny that you mention that, because there are several historical examples of transgender individuals throughout time, and across several civilisations.
That is true, but it's not like I just "flipped a switch" overnight and went "Oh, if not man, then woman." I ruminated on the subject for the better part of two months figuring out what the hell I was, experimenting with different masculine, feminine, and non-binary forms of expression until I figured out that being a woman was most comfortable for me.
Thankfully I've come to that conclusion, though it was difficult to accept it at first, considering the society I'm inserted in is transphobic by default, not helped by people preaching some twisted form of gender prescriptivism rooted in their own, static perceptions of masculinity and femininity. Because of that, I and several other people have to justify their right to exist unmolested in this world when we just want to express ourselves genuinely and be happy and comfortable in our own skins.
For real, mate, I'm not in the mood to argue that I am allowed to exist and be content with my own body.