Regina never felt like a real woman, not because she wasn’t one, but because she was a transwoman.

Yet, whenever she was feeling down, her friends were always there to lift her spirits, in their own weird way.

Sometimes, her sister stepped in, too. And of course, there was Jamie—her girlfriend, her annoying ray of sunshine who never failed to both irritate and comfort her.

Despite Jamie’s knack for getting on her nerves, Regina loved her deeply, and Jamie loved her just as fiercely.

Jamie always reminded her that she was a real woman, and today was no different. Regina was having a breakdown.

She sat on the edge of her bed, hugging herself, sniffling and softly sobbing. Why? Why, why, why? Why couldn’t she just be the son her parents wanted? The heir they expected? But no—that was wrong.

She was a girl. She is a girl. That was the truth. Through her tears, she reached for her phone and called Jamie, the one person who always knew how to comfort her. It didn’t take long for Jasmine to arrive. The tan-skinned girl burst through the door, panic etched across her face.

Her heart broke when she saw Reggie crying, fragile and trembling. Without hesitation, she rushed to her girlfriend’s side and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Please… please…” Regina whispered between sobs, looking up at Jamie with pleading eyes.

“Tell me the sweet things you always tell me…” Jasmine’s chest ached at the sight of Regina so vulnerable, but she cupped her face gently, ready to remind her of the truth she always carried in her heart.