"What's political correctness?"
"It's a concept unique to humans. I won't go into the specifics. As an Asgardian, you probably wouldn't be able to understand it anyway."
"Let's analyze the situation first."
"The first halo appeared when you changed into a woman. What were you thinking when you changed your gender?"
Loki opened her mouth, seemingly unsure how to put it. She said, "I wasn't thinking anything. Was I supposed to feel something?"
"That's exactly the problem. If your psychological gender were male, then turning yourself into a woman would definitely make you uncomfortable. If you felt nothing at all, that suggests your psychological gender was very likely female or neutral. In that case, you are transgender..."
The moment those words left his mouth, another enormous halo appeared behind Loki with a whoosh, nearly bright enough to blind them. Loki was now a giant light bulb—the universe's beacon in another sense.
"Is transgender exactly what it sounds like? Then perhaps I am..."
"Why do you think you became transgender? Was it innate genetics, or the influence of later circumstances?"
A hint of hesitation appeared on Loki's face. Schiller tapped the end of his pen against the tabletop, drawing her attention, then continued, "I think later circumstances accounted for most of it."
"The Asgard you lived in was an environment that completely rejected you. The reason they rejected you was that your constitution was relatively frail, and you excelled at magic. Unlike the vast majority of Asgardian men, you were an outsider among Asgardian males."
"But if those same traits had belonged to a woman, not only would she not have been discriminated against, she would have been admired—just like your mother, Frigga. She is the strongest mage in the Nine Realms and the universally respected Queen of the Gods, yet