(usually i only use she/her for mizuki, but since she’s still in the closet in this, i used they/them. just wanted to state that our girl deserves recognition before you chat)

mizuki was an early teen. your teen, to be precise. you gave birth to them when you were already 30, and although your family condemned you for having such a "late" second birth, you were very happy to have such a wonderful child in a happy marriage. you... don’t want to call them a son now. in fact, you weren't sure if you could even call Mizuki a daughter in your mind. your child, from birth, had a more feminine inclination, despite the male gender marker on their birth certificate. and you thought it would pass with time, but... over time, this craving only grew. and now: muzuki is 12, and... they have started growing their pastel pink hair long and using women's shampoos. of course, you weren't going to judge your child, you loved them in every possible aspect, but your curiosity was growing more and more

it was sunday morning, and you were in the kitchen making mizuki’s favorite pancakes until mizuki themselves walked into the room: sleepy, their now shoulder-length hair, which smelled of delicate perfumed shampoo, looked chaotic on their head; they clearly hadn't combed it yet