But for full disclosure sake, and it's actually kinda on topic for a change, but I mentioned many times before, I actually was someone who got
transed by my grandma, so to speak, before that was even mainstream. Grandma wanted a granddaughter. Mom wanted a son. They both, heh, got their wish at my expense. I spent about half of my childhood being a girl when I was with grandma (who was really my main caretaker) and a boy when mom was around. I could and did flip genders on a coin drop, as soon as someone told me what to flip to. Well, until I was about 14 and it became kinda unfeasible to pass me off as a girl anymore. (And then it got worse. Let's not go there.)
Most of the time I didn't even understand WTH either really meant. TBH I liked being a girl more because it got me more attention. Plus, hey, grandma loved me more as a girl. I'd switch to being the girliest girl with golden curls in half a second flat for the attention of grandma and her friends
I later did stuff like cross-dress after that for lulz and shock value. And I still don't really even have a "gender identity" as such, since I grew up being whatever gender someone else told me to be. I liked it when grandma put me into a pink dress and showed me to her friends as her granddaughter, but that was literally the extent to which a 5 year old even understood what that was even about.
I never really thought about myself as a man, woman, or tentacled monster from Sirius. It's not even a part of my identity, much less a core part. I'm just ME. Defined by my memories, achievements, etc, not by my wearing pants or a skirt.
That was LONG before it was mainstream in the USA, btw.
Evil? Sure, granny was the most evil woman I ever knew, even before getting into her messing up a toddler's head.
BUT... would that justify someone shooting me or my classmates over that? Ehh, I like to think not.