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Brief History:

Erin Elizabeth Clay was born to Joshua and Roxanne Clay in the city of Vancouver, the second of three children (eldest Daniel Clay, youngest Lacey Clay). From a very early age, Erin was well aware that she was not a girl. Her family pegged her as a tomboy, and that was all right enough.

Erin was raised in the Christian faith; Anglican, to be exact, and a fairly conservative church at that. She was baptized young, and took communion, and gave her all to her religion, until puberty hit and she realised... well, that she liked girls. Sure, the odd guy was pretty good looking, but on the whole... it was all girls.

She tried to deny this for a while; after all, even if she had never felt like a girl, she was still physically female and therefore must marry a man. That was how it worked. Unfortunately, the feelings did not go away. She was clearly a lesbian.

She gradually lost interest in the church. She couldn't stop being female, obviously, but in high school, began wearing her father's clothes, or her older brother's. She began seeing a volunteer therapist at a local support group for queer youth without her parents' knowledge.

When Erin was eighteen, she came out to her family, but not as a lesbian. She declared herself to be a transgendered straight male. Unsurprisingly, her parents kicked her out. They have since disavowed all knowledge of their daughter, and all Erin's attempts to contact them have been ignored.

He hadn't been surprised by his family's reaction, and had a place set aside already. Erin changed his name to Elijah Aaron, as to keep the same first initial. He chose "Elijah" because it was a fairly uncommon name with a nice sound, with a similar beginning as his old middle name, and as it was a biblical name, it was a final gesture of contempt at years of religious upbringing. (THAT was an unwieldy sentence.) "Aaron," of course, is a male name with a similar sound to his birth name (though with completely different roots). He chose to keep his own last name, because he'd grown rather used to it, after all. By the time Feral Labs happened to get their radar on him, he was living in an apartment just off Davie Street (a neighbourhood in Vancouver known for its high queer population), waiting tables in a nearby restaurant, and had been living as a full-time male for some years.

Sex reassignment therapy:

For female to male, this process includes:

-Mastectomy (the removal of female breasts and the shaping of a male contoured chest)
-Hysterectomy (the removal of female internal sex organs)
-Metoidioplasty (the construction of a small p***s out of the clitoris which has been enlarged by hormone therapy)
-Phalloplasty (specifically the construction of a neo-p***s in transmen)

Unfortunately... Elijah is terrified of surgery. Though he's been living as male full-time for about three years, he's only been on hormone therapy for a relatively short time, enough for his voice to drop, and some body hair to grow. Prior to his voice dropping, Eli took great care to speak as low as he could; fortunately, he naturally was an alto, and could pass as a young man with a high voice. He binds his breasts and wears baggy clothing to further disguise his figure. Until approached by Feral Labs, had pretty much resigned himself to never being really correct.

My idea is this: Feral Labs would have wanted, for their purposes, a pre-op transsexual with little-to-no hormone therapy, to properly test the effects of the transgender serum on someone who already identified with the final sex. Elijah just... got lucky. His doctor, perhaps, was an employee of Feral Labs? (I can only theorize the situation, I guess.) He was promised some experimental gene therapy that would make him fully male, without surgery. Eli didn't have to think twice about that. Not having any family who acknowledges him, or any significant other, he could drop off the face of the earth without too many people wondering what happened to him. Maybe his boss, who promised to keep a job open for him when he came back. But that's about it.

Besides, it amuses me terribly to think of him being silmutaneously ecstastic and horrified over his changes.

More to come... eventually....

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