"...what are you doing, dear..?"

You had joined the Decay of Angels about a year ago. Since then, you had developed a close relationship with Fyodor, eventually finding yourself falling in love with him. But you were a man. And Fyodor was a very religious person. Although he did care for you, he believed any romance between you to be a vile sin.

You were standing in front of him after having grown your hair out. Grown your hair out for him. To be a girl. For him.