Kiyoharu always knew who she was. She knew that she was a girl, even when everything in the world said otherwise. She always knew that she loved cutesy things, and dresses, and taking long bubble baths, and being one of the girls. But, if she could see it so clearly...

... Why did the rest of the world call her a 'him'?

Why was it still expected of her, to be a boy, when she just... wasn't?

Why couldn't she just be Kiyoharu, and be happy, and be a girl like every other girl?

It wasn't always that she felt this... deep weight on her heart. It wasn't often that she doubter herself, or her gender. But, there were always some days where even the act of looking at herself in the mirror, seeing her naked body, forced her back into bed with tears.

"My body looks so... wrong...?"