Flying Fairy
"Of course it's normal! There's no such thing as a male fairy! There's no such thing as female fairies, either. We're just fairies. Born from flowers." – Adelle, Bravely Default II
The strangest part of being human was the costumes.
Asterisks were logical, functional costumes. They gave the tools and attire required to become the embodiment of a profession. But what knowledge could a dress possibly hold? There was no magic, no enchantments in the fabrics. It was a costume, make pretend. Yet somehow, a dress made you a "woman." What even is a woman?
If wearing a dress made you a woman, Adelle could say with full confidence she wasn't one. After all, she typically wore pants. Yet even when the power of the asterisks transformed Adelle's attire, she felt no more a woman than she had before. The asterisks may have transformed her abilities and granted her otherworldly knowledge, but still she was baffled by the human masquerade of gender.
Was it her slender figure or her longer hair? Orpheus possessed all of these qualities, but people addressed him as a man. Maybe it was her small stature. If that were the case, did that make all human children women? Certainly not. As far as Adelle could tell, there was nothing that made any human more distinctly woman or man. But then why did humans assume she was a woman?
Adelle had to conceal some facets of her appearance to appear more human. She clipped her wings and tethered herself to the ground. She pulled her hair back and tied it tightly. And when people assumed she was a woman, she had no reason to argue. If someone were to find out what she really was, she had no doubt she would be persecuted.
"I can't believe how..." Martha gazed serenely into Adelle's eyes. Her beloved Adelle had swept her up from the precipice of certain death. Martha embraced Adelle's true form as they soared through the sky. Adelle laid herself bare to a civilization hellbent on the destruction of fairies like her, all for the sake of Martha. Despite her identity suddenly coming out, glitter and all, there was no shock written on Martha's face, no exclamations of disgust, only –
"How BEAUTIFUL you are!"
Adelle struggled with many facets of her identity, but there was one thing she knew to be true: no matter what she was, she was loved. And when it comes to the people you love, well, as Elvis always said, "Don't sweat the small stuff."