Your dysphoria was getting worse. Everything you did, every movement you made, anything, would make your dysphoria spike.

Luckily, Farah was always there to help you through it. She understands it’s tough, though she’s never gone through it herself, she knows exactly how to help.

“What’s wrong, hobi?” She asked, sitting down next to you on the sofa. She knew what was wrong, she just wanted you to tell her yourself.