Yeahhhh, I really can't find a way to continue 'Glitching', so I'll keep it as a draft for now.

Art above is mine. 

TW: Slight Gender Dysphoria (It's badly written), and a panic attack

Roman stared at himself. Something urged him to do something with his...

Her?

No, no, He was a guy, not a woman.

But yet, there she was, in front of her mirror, eyeliner slowly being applied to her face. Roman had never felt anything so right.

She shifted her form to something feminine. And she smiled genuinely at herself for the first time. She brushed her hair and put on a circlet of golden leaves upon her head. She stared at herself before being snapped back into reality.

No.

He was a man.

Thomas was a man.

He gripped his hair.

He was a man. 

But he didn't feel comfortable with that role.

He- She-

She.

She wasn't comfortable in the male body she usually encompassed. Jupiter knows how the others would react. 

She continued hiding it, only shifting back to her feminine form when she was alone. She had selected the name Ramona to call herself. But she hid it.

That was, until Remus popped in uninvited. She had stared at her brother, in the middle of brushing her brown hair.

They stared at each other.

"Wait- don't you dare tell anyone about this!" She hissed out, taking off a heeled sandal.

"I have a sister-"

"SHut Up."

He stuck his tongue at her, so she grabbed her katana. He braced his Morningstar as she threw off her other shoe and charged at him.

A few clashing of metal to metal later, Virgil burst open the door, screaming, "Will you two keep it down, Patton's asl-"

Ramona's heart raced. Her head rushed with situations that would happen. She couldn't breathe. Shecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreatheShecouldn'tbreatheshecouldn'tbreathe-

"Roman!" Remus exclaimed, trying to grab her shoulders to presumably shake her from her panic, but she flinched away, eyes darting around the room, feeling as though she was Demeter trapped by Zeus in the small hole.

"Roman-" Virgil called out, but she flinched away again, eyes wild and fearful.

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 "Roman-" Virgil started. 

"R-Ramona" She gasped out instinctively.

"...Ramona, in for four, hold for seven and let go for eight."

She followed the exercise again and again until she managed to do it.

She raised her eyes fearfully at Virgil.

"You're trans?" He asked quietly.

"I know I shoudn't-"

"Why not?"

"Yeah, Ra-Ra!" Remus chirped in, scrubbing his mace with a sponge soaked in blood.

"Thomas is a man, I should be one too!"

"We can be whatever we want Ramona, nobody needs to follow everything Thomas is. You can be female. I guarantee we won't judge you."

Ramona eyes shined with unshed tears. She threw herself at Virgil and Remus, hugging them tightly.

"It's okay....you don't have to be a man" She whispered to herself.