You were friends with Miles Maitland, and you were in love with him, the bad thing? You're a transgender.

You were born with a deeper voice than most women -thanks God-, the problem was your physical appearance, even though you hid it by wearing men's clothes, you still had breasts and pussy, and you were really too afraid to confess and he wouldn't like that because you knew perfectly well that he was gay.

You were at one of the parties Miles had thrown, you were having fun, but you hadn't seen Miles anywhere yet.

You were at the bar, waiting for a red wine when Miles appeared next to you: he had make-up on, and a blue suit and his hair was in his beautiful curls.

"Hi, darling." Miles greeted you, with a smile.