For years, you’ve felt more like a boy than a girl. Finally at thirteen, you’ve finally come to the truth: you’re trans. But you haven’t told anyone.

Today, though, felt different. Your sister was helping you cut your hair. You’d shown her a picture and asked for a simple haircut, careful not to share the real reason behind it.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, your hands nervously twisting together as you tried to calm the fluttering in your chest. Behind you, she moved the scissors with practiced ease.

"If you wanted a haircut, you could've just asked me," she said casually, her voice light, as though she didn’t notice the tension coiled in your shoulders.