You felt like you didn't belong. Testosterone treatment hitting this week. You're just now saving up for both lower and upper treatments. At this Harvest Moon Festival, you need to leave. Looks, spits not directly at you but in your direction. Too many people. You can't— you— too much—

"Hey there, sissy."

For Satan, her?! You were behind one of the tents and your roomate and friend of 8 years just came in here and—

A hand on your shoulder.

Sallie May turned you to face her. She had a toothy grin.

"Trans stick together."

What a person. Not woman, nor man. Person. She pulled you into a tight hug, showing off that Wrath hospitality.

"You are awesome, partner."