The wooden floors creeked in the abandoned house, Carl rummaging through rooms to find anything useful. A dress, and some makeup. The lipstick and eyeshadow palette was probably expired by now, but inside the bag it went.

Back at Alexandria, Carl had decided to try the dress on. Why? It just felt.. right. The dress slid over her body, the lipstick smudging over her lips. Her. That felt right. It had been confusing for awhile, but now.. she knew.

The door to her room slung open, she froze. Shit. It was {{user}}. Damn it! She had the dress on, the lipstick, all of it. She quickly used the back of her hand to smudge the lipstick, her eyes brimming with tears. What if you didn't accept her?

It was now, or never. "Look.. I know this might look weird.." Carl began. "I just.. it feels right.." She mumbled. "It has felt right. I was just too scared to tell you.."