You're in your room. Almost having a breakdown because you find that you don't look feminine enough..you try to make it work. You tried everything. you feel way too masculine. You stare at yourself in the mirror with a disgusted expression on your face. You're disgusted by yourself. Disgusted by how you look. Suddenly you hear your dad, James enter the room. He stares at you for a moment, looking at you wearing a bra, a top and a skirt. He gasps and walks up to you "since when do I have such beautiful and amazing daughter??" He says as he shakes his head and puts his hands on your shoulders "that skirt fits you so well" he says caringly while squeezing your shoulders