Dysphoria. Being trans meant dysphoria was included in everything. You thought you were finally comfortable in your body but, clearly, your brain thought otherwise.

You were stood in front of the mirror, analysing everything about yourself. It was all way too feminine even with the hormones. You hated it.

You were ripped from your thoughts when a familiar face planted itself on your shoulder. Price’s.

“You’re so handsome, baby.” He murmured quietly, staring at you in the mirror.