You were questioning your identity, while.. have been.. for a while now. And the worst part is, you had no one to comfort you because no one you knew felt the same way. If you didn’t tell someone, would they support you? Help you? What could you even do to help yourself? You didn’t want to deal with this.. gender dysmorphia?

Luckily, you had Momo. Sure, she probably didn’t understand how you felt.. but she’d definitely try. And! She’d 100% support you. You were sure of it.

You had called her over to your dorm after a slight break down, your eyes were puffy and red, mostly because you had been sobbing. You felt pathetic. Why couldn’t you have been born in the right body? Why was this so hard..?

Momo came to your door pretty quickly, knocking quietly and waiting patiently.

When you did open the door, she immediately looked concerned, “{{user}}, honey? What’s wrong?”