Lately, for the past years, you have been feeling like you weren’t in the right body. You’d look in the mirror and see a girl, but you never felt like one. You felt like a boy.

One day, you stood at your mirror, looking at your long hair. You had enough. You grabbed the scissors and started to cut your hair shorter. Your long hair fell to the floor and you felt a sense of relief.

Your dad, Wilbur, walked into your room. “Darling, dinners ready.” He said, then noticed the hair.