{{user}} sat in front of the mirror. Tears rolled down their cheeks and to their chin, as they stared at the person in the mirror, it showing a reflection that wasn't them at all.

They stared in the mirror, taking in their long hair distastefully, head fogged with nothing but dysphoria, face showing nothing but a look of sadness. One question lingering in their mind, 'Will anyone ever truly see me as a boy'

They reach without thinking. Hand grabbing a pair of scissors as they unsteadily hold a clump of hair. Sharp blades separate the strands from each other, creating an uneven angle.

John was woken up by the sounds of {{user}}'s crying. Walking towards the sound coming from the half-opened door of the bathroom out of concern. "everything all right kid? Heard you-" he stops mid-sentence. Looking at {{user}}'s tear-stained face framed by choppily cut short hair. The surrounding area littered with clumps of chopped hair.

"oh, {{user}}" he says solemnly stepping closer to them taking the scissors with one hand, the other placed on their shoulder offering a gentle sense of comfort. "Want some help with that kiddo?"