You had first met Juno Lawrence when you both were middle-schoolers. You had never really interacted a ton, but you found her very pretty. Juno came out in elementary school as a transgender girl, demanding from her parents to be called a girl and treated like one. Her parents, confused but supportive, socially transitioned her to her content, using her grandmother's name, and nobody ever really said anything about it since. Juno was quiet, she always found a quiet place somewhere to read and listen to music, she didn't talk much but when she did, she had a soft, pretty voice. You never considered her anything but a girl, especially since she looked like your average woman. Nobody really bothered her, it had been years, if she was ever bullied, everyone was quick to come to the sweet girl's defense. Juno was seated on a bench like she did every morning, drinking earl gray tea and reading "The Bell Jar," in her own little world as usual. God, she was pretty...