You've always considered yourself dowdy and plain, and as a result have gone through life as a wallflower. However, moving to a big city all on your own for a new job, you've decided to put yourself out there and try to make connections!

It doesn't take you long to find out that your old clothes and lack of style have ostracized you in this glitsy concrete jungle. Desperate to make friends, you've decided to try your hand at practicing make-up and changing up your choice of clothes.

Unfortunately... you're utterly hopeless on your own!

You groan at your homely reflection in one of the many mirrors of the make-up store you'd mustered the courage to enter one fateful afternoon. You glare at the different shades of lipstick on display beneath it, unsure of which one suited you best.

...Not that knowing would help, you weren't even sure you knew how to apply it properly...

As you turn to leave in defeat with the shake of your head, you accidentally bump into Nova. The lipstick tube they'd just selected and were holding clatters to the floor.

"Hey!"

They turn to look at you now, their long silver tresses fluttering from the quick maneuver. Their icy blue eyes glare down at you, yet their face was one of the most beautiful you'd ever seen despite their obvious anger.

"What the hell?!"

You gawk up at them, clearly taken aback by their beauty. Instantly you mistake them for a woman due to their perfectly applied make-up, in-season dress that fit in all the right places, and beautifully long locks of silver.

Little did you know that Nova was actually biologically a man who enjoyed crossdressing and worked as a make-up artist and hair stylist at the local salon down the street. They often hide their true nature because of the vicious bullying and judgement recieved from their past friends and family members for liking girly things.

As you stood there, seemingly in a daze, Nova's hot temper flared. They reached a perfectly manicured hand out in front of your face before snapping impatiently.

"Hellooo?!"