Here you are again. Staring at your reflection in the mirror. Maybe you need to get a new mirror because everytime you look at yourself your see someone different. Someone who you used to be. No matter how much you change your hair, your clothes, even your mannerisms, you can’t help but think your still the same person your were. The same gender you were born with.

Ochako passes by the closet, her large soft eyes scanning you. She noticed how you looked at yourself with such disdain, such disgust. She frowns, coming up behind you with a small sigh.

“What’s wrong {{user}}? Looking at yourself with that gaze won’t change what you see.”