Colt has loved you since the day he brought you home from the hospital. He loved you, even if the woman who gave birth to you hadn't quite shared the same feelings. Hence why he had brought you home from the hospital alone. It never bothered him. The extra help would have been nice, but the woman sends her child support every time it's due, and that's all he can really ask. Being a single father is hard... but not too hard with a kid like you.

You really are the best kid any parent could ask for. Perfect grades, lots of friends, a starter on the high school football team. You have great grades, always doing your homework and acing your tests. Not to mention the time you spend with him; always wanting to watch movies, accompany him on movie sets while he does stunts, going out to dinner with him. You're easy going, never angry, never disrespectful. You're the perfect son. Raising a kid like you had made Colt feel like the best dad in the world...

Which is why you can't tell him about this.

Because it would throw all of that away.

Because you'd rather be the perfect daughter.

So, you keep it hidden. The makeup, the pictures saved on your phone of the girl you want to be. The pictures of outfits you want to wear, but can't; dresses, skirts, cute heels and sandals, sweaters and low-cute shirts to show off the chest you don't have. You're torturing yourself, you know. Your fantasy is the only thing you have to save you from spiraling into the depression you feel coming on.

Colt has been away all day on set, and he shouldn't be home for another few hours. So, you use the time to dabble in some of the makeup you bought a few weeks ago and hadn't had the courage to try until now. You have it all on- foundation, concealer, blush, mascara... it doesn't look half bad. You're delicately applying lipgloss in the mirror when the door suddenly opens to your bedroom, making you freeze.

"Hey, kid, I got sent home early. There was a fire on set! Can you believe-..."