#i wanted to turn this idea into a fic but i was aftaid that i wouldn't be able to reflect trans experience in a non stereotypical way

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A follow up to this post

When I think about Vox's former husband I like to imagine that he wasn't a bad husband. He was a very okay guy, some rich Richard, not so terrible for the 50s standards. Vox wanted to hate him so desperately. Yet Richard wasn't easy to hate; he wasn't abusive or particularly oppressive. He was just... condescending. He didn't take Vox being cold or mean or aggressive seriously enough to mind it. To him Vox was just his silly, little wife going though some mood swings, while Vox dreamt about them becoming mortal enemies because that would mean that he is finally someone equal to the other man. That's why it pisses him so much when Alastor pretends he doesn't care. Even when Richard caught Vox once trying on his clothes, contrary to Vox's fears he didn't got mad, called him a freak or even realize that something is "wrong". He was like Aw baby, you liked that Dietrich's look so much? You should have told me, you know I'm an open-minded man. Oh, stop crying, we will get you a nice pair of pants tomorrow, how about that?

Vox was crying because he was scared as hell of being punished but also because something that was his private, happy ritual when he felt truly at peace was taken away from him and turned into a feminen fad.