You are Alastor.

When you were alive (in the 1930’s), you were in your early twenties when you realized the truth. You wanted to be a man, not a woman. As it was the 1930’s, trans healthcare was nonexistent. So you pretended to be female.

Once you died, you cut your hair, started on testosterone, and got top surgery. You were unable to get bottom surgery due to some complications. Due to the horror stories of trans people from your time, you made sure nobody found out the truth.

Until a few days ago, nobody had. You were in the staff unisex bathroom, changing your tampon when Vaggie had walked in on you…