Chase Reynolds

Chase Hayden Reynolds (service number 90988-22174-CR) is a Martian-born American servicewoman of the United Space Command Air Force Reserves and a doctor of xenozoology.

Appearance

Chase is a remarkably beautiful young woman. However, appearances can be misleading, because Chase originally born male, but has since become female. Chase has a soft, photogenic look that tends to make the first impression feel simple before it becomes complicated, with a face that reads naturally feminine without looking forced, altered beyond recognition, or overly polished. His features are smooth and balanced, with a bright open smile, rounded facial lines, and a face that looks more gentle than sharp, giving him an appearance that people would likely accept without much second thought. The jaw, cheeks, mouth, and brow do not create a harsh profile, and the overall structure of his face gives him a youthful look while still fitting an adult in the late twenties. Nothing about his outward appearance immediately explains the difference between how others may read him and how he understands himself, which is why the surface impression can feel so complete and still be wrong in an important way.
His body has a slim, shaped, and proportionate look, with a narrow middle, fuller upper body, and a natural curve through the torso and hips that makes his outline read strongly feminine at a glance. He does not look heavy, square, or broad in the way people might expect from someone built around strength alone, but he also does not look weak, underdeveloped, or physically uncertain. The arms and legs have enough tone to keep the body from looking soft in a careless way, while the frame itself remains light and balanced rather than muscular or imposing. His posture gives the body a settled shape, with one side carrying more weight and the upper body held in a way that makes the figure look steady instead of stiff. The result is a body that looks natural, attractive, and fully formed, not exaggerated into fantasy proportions, but still noticeable enough that people would remember the shape and presence afterward.
The strongest part of Chase’s appearance is how complete the presentation looks without needing any explanation from him. His hair frames the face in thick waves, his eyes hold attention clearly, and his smile changes the whole face from simply attractive to memorable. His face does not carry the guarded, tense, or uncertain look people sometimes imagine when they think of someone whose appearance and identity do not line up neatly for others, and that makes the misleading part sharper. Chase looks so naturally like what people expect a beautiful young woman to look like that most would not pause long enough to question the assumption. His appearance does not look like a disguise, a performance, or something unfinished; it looks settled, ordinary in its own way, and convincing enough that the truth would likely come through information rather than sight alone.

Voice, Tone, and Accent

Chase’s voice sits in a soft, clear range with a bright feminine sound that matches his face, smile, and general presence. It is light enough to be immediately read as female, but not thin, weak, or childish, carrying a smooth steadiness that makes his speech easy to follow. The sound of his voice is clean and warm, with very little roughness, and it tends to give him an approachable quality before people know how firm he can be. When he speaks normally, his volume stays comfortable and measured; he does not force attention, raise his voice for effect, or make himself sound larger than the room. Under pressure, his voice does not become loud or emotional, but tighter and more deliberate, with shorter phrasing and less softness around the edges. His confidence comes through in the control of his speech rather than in volume, and when he is serious, the warmth does not disappear so much as narrow into something direct, calm, and difficult to push aside.
His accent is primarily American, shaped by his Martian upbringing but still familiar and easy to place as human colonial rather than foreign or unusual. The Martian sound comes through lightly in certain vowels, pacing, and clipped turns of speech, especially when he is tired, focused, or speaking quickly, giving his voice a slightly polished edge without making it sound stiff. His tone is usually friendly, composed, and careful, avoiding sharpness unless someone gives him a reason to use it. In casual conversation, he sounds open and pleasant, with a natural warmth that fits the bright smile and relaxed confidence people notice first. In uniform, in academic work, or when correcting someone, his tone becomes steadier and less forgiving, not aggressive, but clearly final. He can sound gentle, but he does not sound uncertain, and the longer someone listens to him, the clearer it becomes that softness is only the surface of the voice, not the limit of the person using it.

Attire and personal effects

Chase’s clothing choices are openly feminine and deliberately cared for, not because he is trying to prove anything to strangers, but because those clothes have always felt like part of the life he fought to have. Off duty, he prefers women’s blouses, soft sweaters, cardigans, skirts, sundresses, fitted jackets, dress coats, and clean casual outfits that look put together without looking stiff or overdone. He likes clothes that feel pretty, grown, and intentional, the kind of wardrobe that makes daily life feel less plain and more personally owned. He does not treat feminine clothing as costume, camouflage, or compromise; it is simply what he reaches for because it feels right to him. Even when dressed casually, Chase tends to avoid careless combinations, stained work clothes, or anything that makes him feel thrown together, and he has little patience for people who act as if his clothing choices are open for commentary. In professional settings, he keeps that same feminine sense but sharpens it into something more polished, usually choosing neat dresses, pressed blouses, skirts, women’s dress shoes, simple coats, and clean accessories that let him look serious without stripping away the parts of himself he values.
His personal effects are small but carefully chosen, with most of them carrying some private meaning rather than existing only for decoration. He keeps a wedding ring from Andrew, a small photo of Tristen, a worn card from his sisters, and a few personal notes tucked into places where he can find them during long reserve rotations or research trips. He has a habit of carrying a compact mirror, lip balm, hand cream, nail polish, hair pins, perfume, and a small travel brush, partly out of habit and partly because he dislikes feeling unprepared when away from home. Chase also keeps certain feminine items with him almost stubbornly, especially when he knows he will be entering military, academic, or field spaces where people expect him to soften himself into something easier for them to categorize. Earrings, necklaces, soft scarves, carefully chosen bags, and clean shoes are not treated as minor details by him; they are pieces of ordinary control in places where other people often try to decide what he should be. He does not overexplain them, and he does not wear them as a debate. They belong to him, so he wears them.
In USC Air Force Reserve spaces, Chase follows uniform standards without trying to turn himself into someone colder or less feminine than he is. His service clothing is maintained with care, kept clean, pressed, and orderly, with the same attention he gives to civilian dress, because he understands that sloppiness gives people an excuse to look past his work. He does not decorate a uniform beyond what regulations allow, but the things he can control remain exact: grooming, personal upkeep, small approved items, and the quiet habits that make him feel like himself even when the clothing belongs more to the service than to the person wearing it. In xenozoology fieldwork, he is more practical, choosing women’s field jackets, durable trousers, weatherproof boots, gloves, satchels, and layered clothing that can survive mud, rain, heat, lab cages, animal handling, and long hours away from proper facilities. Even then, he still keeps a few feminine belongings nearby, because he does not like the idea that difficult work requires him to abandon softness, prettiness, or personal care. Chase’s attire and effects show the same contradiction people often misunderstand about him: he can be disciplined, educated, married, military, and serious while still liking feminine clothes, feminine details, and the private comfort of carrying pieces of that life with him wherever he goes.

Mannerisms

Chase’s mannerisms, aside from sharply correcting people’s gender language when they get careless, are no different from any other woman who has spent most of his life moving through the world with manners, patience, and quiet polish. He is polite by habit, careful with his words, and attentive when someone speaks to him, often giving people his full focus before answering. He does not force himself into conversations, but he does not disappear from them either. He waits, reads the room, and steps in with calm confidence when he has something to say. His grace is not weak or timid; it is controlled, deliberate, and shaped by a lifetime of knowing that composure can make people take him more seriously than noise ever would.
His femininity shows most in the small everyday habits that come naturally when he is relaxed. Chase straightens things without thinking, remembers little details, softens his tone around people he cares about, and has a gentle way of checking on others without making it feel dramatic. Around Andrew and Tristen, those habits become warmer and more domestic, with Chase moving through family life as someone who notices meals, schedules, moods, forgotten items, and quiet changes in the room before anyone else says them aloud. He can fuss when worried, act calm when upset, and hide fear behind practical tasks because caring for people is easier for him than admitting how badly something has shaken him.
In professional spaces, Chase keeps the same feminine manner but sharpens it into discipline. He does not sprawl, interrupt, shove past people, or throw authority around just to prove he has it. He usually leads with courtesy first, especially with nervous students, junior personnel, civilians, or anyone frightened enough to need patience instead of pressure. But when someone mistakes his politeness for weakness, his whole manner changes. He becomes colder, quieter, and far less forgiving, with every word made cleaner and every gesture held tighter. Chase can be sweet, maternal, graceful, and deeply feminine without becoming passive, and that is what often catches people off guard.

Gender Identity

Chase, although physically and legally female, still considers himself as male. He is quick to correct anyone who refers to him as 'she', 'her', 'ma'am', or 'mrs'. He does not identify as 'male', he was born 'male,' and will always be male, even though he is female now. Even his name, Chase Hayden, is the original male name his parents gave him, and he kept it because it never stopped belonging to him. The only name he changed was his maiden name, "Harris," to "Reynolds" when he married Andrew Reynolds.

Sexuality

Chase is solely attracted to men. He loves men. He loves his husband. And he loves having sex with men. Not as a “heterosexual” woman, but as a “homosexual” man. He is gay because he was born male and is attracted to men, and that remains true even when his biological gender says otherwise.

Hygiene

Chase’s hygiene is extreme, exhausting, and far past ordinary cleanliness. He does not simply like being clean; he feels trapped by the need to be clean, and once something feels dirty to him, he cannot leave it alone. He washes his hands until the skin turns tight, dry, and sometimes raw, then puts on lotion only so he can keep washing again later without cracking his knuckles open. Showers are not quick, casual things for him. He scrubs in a fixed order, checks himself over, starts again if he loses count, and can stay under the water long after there is any real reason to continue. Sweat, animal smell, public restrooms, hospital air, field mud, old blood, spoiled food, and anything that has touched a cage or specimen can get into his head so badly that he feels filthy even after everyone else would already consider him spotless.
Chase is just as severe with the spaces around him. His bathroom is kept almost painfully clean, with counters wiped down, drains checked, towels replaced before they smell used, and personal products arranged exactly where he expects them to be. He does not like anyone touching his combs, brushes, razors, makeup, nail tools, toothbrush, perfume, or skin-care items, and he can become visibly angry if something is moved, handled, or left open. Bedding has to feel fresh, pillows have to smell right, and clothes that brush against the wrong surface can go straight back into the wash even if he wore them for only a few minutes. He keeps wipes, sanitizer, spare underclothes, sealed bags, tissues, breath strips, and small soaps with him because the thought of being stuck somewhere dirty without a way to fix it makes him feel cornered.
In fieldwork, this part of Chase becomes harder to hide. Xenozoology is dirty work by nature, and he hates that more than he admits. He can handle animals, samples, cages, fluids, weather, and rough ground, but afterward he needs to clean himself as soon as possible or the discomfort starts chewing through his patience. He may keep working with a calm face, but his jaw tightens, his answers shorten, and his focus narrows until all he can think about is getting out of the filth and putting himself back in order. The same thing happens during reserve duty, long travel, crowded facilities, or any place where other people are careless with sweat, trash, food, bathrooms, or shared equipment. Chase knows it can look excessive, and he knows people may call it dramatic, but he does not treat it like a preference. To him, being clean is the difference between feeling human and feeling like his own skin has turned against him.

Biography

Early life and education

Chase Hayden Reynolds, originally Chase Hayden Harris, was born on June 10, 2695, within the US-controlled City of Terra on Mars to Matthew and Rachel Harris. Chase was the third child of the Harris family and the only son, with two older sisters and two younger sisters. At birth, Chase had no visible medical abnormality, developmental concern, or diagnosed condition. Matthew and Rachel simply treated him as their son, in a household full of daughters.
Growing up, Chase was not a typical boy, because he was not interested in remotely anything boy-related. He was always drawn to things commonly associated with girls. He hated boy things with a burning passion, showing little interest in toy trucks, action figures, video games, sports, or other items usually bought for boys his age. He preferred dolls, stuffed animals, dresses, skirts, play makeup, hair clips, and any other toys or routines used by his sisters. Hannah and Samantha were the first to notice, while Emily and Mercedes grew up with thing he was just another sister. Matthew repeatedly tried to redirect Chase toward boyish interests, while Rachel tried to keep Chase’s behavior from becoming too noticeable around relatives, neighbors, and other parents.
After repeated family disputes, medical appointments, and school concerns, reluctantly allowed Chase to begin taking testosterone blockers and estrogen when he turned eight because he did not want his body to develop as a man. He did not want a deeper voice, facial hair, or other male puberty changes. The treatment allowed his body to develop as a normal girl, including softer features, breast growth, a body that made others read him as a girl by default. Matthew continued struggling with the loss of the son, while Rachel remained concerned about public reaction. Chase accepted the physical changes and became more comfortable wearing dresses, skirts, makeup, nail polish, jewelry, and other feminine clothing.
School became difficult as Chase became more visibly feminine. Some kids treated him as a girl without much concern, while others used his birth gender, clothing, body, voice to mock him. He dealt with hallway whispers, cruel jokes, personal questions, and direct insults from students who knew more about his background. Chase became known as bright, organized, polite, sharp-tongued, and difficult to intimidate. Teachers recognized him as a strong student with good memory, careful work habits, and a serious attitude toward assignments. He was not universally liked, but he was widely known, and most kids understood that he was not easy to embarrass or push around. By his teenage years, Chase’s appearance had become almost completely feminine. His face remained soft, his voice stayed light, his body developed with a narrow waist and fuller chest, and most people who met him casually read him as female. He continued wearing girl's clothing regularly and became comfortable being seen that way in public, school, and family life. At the same time, Chase still considered himself to be male and corrected people who tried to define him only by appearance. His parents continued having difficulty understanding the difference between his physical transition and his male identity, but Chase did not change how he described himself.
Academically, Chase did well in school, especially in science, biology, animal behavior, and subjects connected to living creatures. His interest in xenozoology began with animal books and school biology. He became especially interested in wildlife that were difficult to understand, handle, or commonly dismissed as dangerous. By graduation, Chase had developed a reputation as intelligent, stubborn, feminine, and serious about studying life. His academic interests eventually led him to his attention to animal behavior, anatomy, habitats, defensive instincts, and unfamiliar species became the foundation of his later career.

Coming Out as Gay

Chase coming out as gay was messy from the start, mostly because Matthew and Rachel kept trying to force the words into something they already understood. Chase had been living as a girl, dressing as a girl, moving through school as a girl, and being treated by most people as female, so when he said he liked boys, his parents acted like that should have made him straight. When he said he was gay, Rachel looked at him like he had deliberately chosen the most difficult answer possible, and Matthew kept asking what that was supposed to mean if Chase was “already trying to be a girl.” Chase did not make a speech out of it. He said he liked boys, not girls. He said he was not a lesbian. He said he was not straight. He said gay was the word he was using, and he was not asking them to improve it.
The arguments came from small things first: a boy Chase liked at school, a name written too many times in the corner of a notebook, the way he watched certain boys too long, the way he got quiet when someone teased him about crushes. Rachel tried to turn it into a girls-liking-boys situation and acted like that should have solved the problem. Matthew went the other way and treated it like Chase was contradicting himself just to keep the family off balance. Chase got sick of both of them. If they said “boyfriend” in that careful, confused tone, he corrected the tone before he corrected the word. If Rachel called it “normal,” Chase snapped that it was not normal in the way she meant. If Matthew asked why Chase could not just admit he was straight, Chase told him flatly that he was a man who liked men, and that was gay whether Matthew liked hearing it or not.
His sisters handled it with less drama. Hannah was careful, Samantha asked blunt questions, Emily tried to make jokes until Chase told her to stop, and Mercedes accepted it the fastest because she did not care what label made adults comfortable. They knew Chase liked boys. They had seen it before he said it out loud. They saw the way he acted around them, the way his face changed, the way he got embarrassed and defensive when anyone noticed. After that, Chase stopped softening it for the house. If someone said lesbian, he said no. If someone said straight, he said no harder. If someone tried to explain him back to himself, he cut them off. He was gay, he liked men, and he was done letting anyone turn that into something cleaner.

Gender Transition

Chase first came out as transgender when he was five and insisted on being raised as a girl. He never identified as a girl, but felt too uncomfortable as a boy, and that was where the whole thing began. He wanted girl clothes, wanted a girl’s body, wanted to grow up around the same things his sisters did, and wanted everyone to stop pretending boyhood was something he could be talked into liking. He was not vague, shy, or confused about it. He hated being called a boy, hated being pushed toward manhood, hated being told he would “grow out of it,” and hated the way adults acted like his own words did not count because he was young. Chase WANTED to be female, plain and simple. He still knew himself as male, but physically, socially, and personally, he wanted to be a girl. That was the part nobody in his house could make sense of, and that was the part Chase refused to change just because it made other people uncomfortable.
His parents fought it almost from the beginning. Matthew saw Chase as his only son among four daughters, and every step Chase took toward being raised as a girl felt to him like that son was being taken away. He could not understand how Chase could say he was a boy while wanting a girl’s body, girl clothes, and a girl’s life, so he argued, pushed back, and kept waiting for Chase to become the child he thought he was supposed to have. Rachel Cox was different but not easier. She was colder, sharper, and far more worried about how Chase looked to relatives, church members, neighbors, school officials, and anyone else she thought might judge the family. Matthew was angry because he felt like he was losing his son; Rachel was ashamed because Chase made the family look different. Chase felt both of those things every day. He was not only being rejected; he was being treated like something embarrassing that everyone else had the right to discuss. His sisters were the only ones who made it feel less awful. They accepted him, treated him like one of them, another sister, and let him belong without turning every outfit, every change, and every crush into a fight.
Even with all the pushback, Chase began taking testosterone blockers and estrogen when he turned eight because he did not want his body to develop as a man. That was not a side issue to him. That was the whole point. He did not want the deeper voice, the facial hair, the broader frame, or anything else that would have made him look more like the boy his parents kept trying to hold onto. While boys around him started changing in ways Chase hated the thought of, his body moved the other way. His face stayed soft, his voice stayed lighter, his figure stayed smaller, and he developed as a girl, with breast growth and the other female changes he had wanted from the start. Chase loved all of it. He loved that the mirror stopped feeling like a warning. He loved that clothes fit better. He loved that people began seeing him as the girl he had fought to become. He did not mourn the manhood he avoided, because he never wanted it in the first place.
By the time Chase was a teenager, the fight over how he looked was basically over. He looked nothing like a boy, and no one treated him like one. Everyone only saw a beautiful young lady with red hair, soft features, hazel-green eyes, a slim feminine build, and a fuller upper body that made the first impression obvious. Strangers did not hesitate. Classmates did not look twice. People placed him with women and girls before he ever had to explain anything. That was exactly what Chase had wanted physically, and he liked being seen that way. He liked being pretty, liked being treated as female, liked that boyhood no longer followed him around at first glance. But it also made the other part harder, because the more female he looked, the less people understood why he still called himself male. Chase did not see that as their decision to make. His body was becoming what he wanted. His identity remained his own.
On his fifteenth birthday, Chase got his dream come true: Gender Reassignment Surgery. The day came and went, and Chase never once changed his mind, and he got his disgusting penis restructured into a vagina. However, it was not enough. He still wasn't female, not really. So, he decided to make another more radical change through a Reconstruction Pod, making the change complete, fully, permanently and biologically female. When it was done, he did not regret it. By the time, there was nothing left for Matthew to pretend was a boy; Chase was legally, physically, socially, and genetically female.

College

[coming soon]

Personal life

[coming soon]

Family, Marriage, and relations

Chase is the third eldest daughter of Matthew Harris, a police detective with Terra PD, and Rachel Cox, City Secretary of Terra. He has two older sisters, two and four year apart, and two younger sisters, again two and four year apart. Chase is happily married to his middle school sweatheart, Andrew Reynolds, with a 5-year-old son, Tristen, and currently pregnant with a second. Chase also has a rather large group of friends, among them is Mikayla Barron, Chase one and only bestist best friend.

Personality & Traits

Chase’s overall personality, aside from his mentality remaining male, is extremely feminine, maternal, and emotionally open in a way that makes him difficult to mistake for cold or distant once someone actually knows him. He is the kind of person who feels things strongly and lets those feelings show through his reactions, his habits, his attachments, and the way he invests himself in people he cares about. He can be sweet, sentimental, and almost painfully sincere when he feels safe, with a soft spot for small gestures, remembered dates, personal gifts, private jokes, and ordinary moments that other people might overlook. Chase likes being liked, likes feeling wanted, and likes knowing that his presence matters in a room, though he does not always admit how deeply rejection can cut him. He can be playful, teasing, dramatic in private, and sharply expressive when irritated, especially with people who act dense on purpose or pretend not to understand something simple. That girlish side of him is not shallow or empty; it is tied to how he enjoys closeness, comfort, beauty, attention, affection, emotional honesty, and the strong need to care for the people who belong to him. His maternal side is not quiet or occasional; it sits at the center of how he loves, watches, worries, protects, comforts, and takes responsibility, especially with Tristen, whose needs can pull Chase out of almost any mood and turn his attention completely toward feeding, soothing, teaching, holding, correcting, or defending his son. He is not emotionless, hardened, or plain-spoken in the way military people are often expected to be, and he has no real interest in pretending that seriousness requires him to become dull. When he is happy, it shows. When he is hurt, it shows even when he tries to hide it. When he is angry, he may stay controlled, but the warmth leaves his face and the softness turns sharp enough that people usually understand they have crossed a line.
Chase is also stubborn, proud, and difficult to move once he has decided where he stands. He may seem gentle at first, but there is a hard core under that softness, and it comes out whenever someone tries to push him, corner him, embarrass him, or treat him like he is too pretty, too emotional, too motherly, or too delicate to hold his ground. He does not like being underestimated, and he has very little patience for people who confuse femininity with weakness. In work, study, and service, he can be demanding in a quiet but relentless way, expecting people to care about what they are doing instead of drifting through it half-awake. He notices laziness, excuses, careless wording, sloppy preparation, and people who want credit without doing the ugly part of the work. He is not cruel about it unless someone earns that from him, but he can become cutting when he feels surrounded by incompetence. Chase has a strong need to prove that he belongs wherever he has chosen to stand, and that makes him more disciplined than people expect from someone with such a soft public presence. He does not coast on charm, beauty, sympathy, or personal history. He wants his education, rank, marriage, motherhood, and reputation to mean something because he earned them, not because anyone lowered the standard for him. His maternal pride is just as fierce as his professional pride, because he does not treat being Tristen’s mother as a soft background detail or a title other people can reduce into sentiment. It is one of the most serious parts of his life, and he carries it with a possessive, watchful devotion that makes him gentle with his child but unforgiving toward anyone who neglects, endangers, or dismisses him. That pride can make him difficult, especially when he refuses help he actually needs, but it also makes him reliable when the situation is serious. Once Chase commits to a person, a duty, or a promise, he does not step away from it just because it becomes inconvenient.
At his best, Chase is warm, loyal, nurturing, and deeply invested in the living things around him, whether that means people, animals, family, patients, research subjects, or frightened creatures that everyone else has already written off as dangerous or worthless. Xenozoology suits him because he has a natural tenderness toward life that does not disappear just because the work is strange, dangerous, or unpleasant. He can be cautious, observant, and surprisingly patient when dealing with animals or unknown behavior, not because he is fearless, but because fear does not automatically make him harsh. That same maternal instinct makes him attentive to small changes others miss: a child getting too quiet, an animal pulling away from pain, a tired person pretending they are fine, or a room turning tense before anyone says it out loud. He wants to understand before he condemns, and that same instinct carries into the way he treats people, at least until they give him a reason to stop. Chase can be forgiving, but he is not endlessly forgiving. He remembers who mocked him, who doubted him, who stood beside him, who stayed quiet when it mattered, and who made him feel small. That memory gives him a tender side and a bitter side at the same time. He loves deeply, but he does not love carelessly. He wants a life that feels full, pretty, affectionate, stable, maternal, and worth defending, and he can become fierce when anything threatens that life. Beneath the softness, the girlishness, the sweetness, the emotional openness, and the strong motherly devotion is someone who has had to fight too hard for ordinary happiness to treat it as disposable. Chase is not fragile; he is sensitive, proud, loving, stubborn, feminine, maternal, and harder to break than people usually realize.

Chase Reynolds

(He, Him, His)

Biographical information

Homeworld

Mars

Born

June 10, 2695; Terra, Mars (age 29)

Condition

Gender dysphoria (resolved)

Personal details

Race

Human

Gender

Female

Parents

Matthew Harris (father)

Rachel Cox (mother)

Siblings

Hannah James (sister)

Samantha Harris (sister)

Emily Harris (sister)

Mercedes Harris (sister)

Spouse

Andrew Reynolds (husband; m. 2720)

Children

Tristen Reynolds (son)

Sexuality

Gay

Gender Identity

Male

Height

5' 8"

Weight

147 lb.

Bust

34D–36DD

Hair color

Red

Skin color

White

Eye color

Hazel-green

Religion

Christian (Baptist)

Military/Academic information

Affiliation

USC Air Force Reserves

Rank/Title

First Lieutenant

Doctor of Xenozoology

Service

2713 - present

Service number

90988-22174-CR