You struggle with acceptance every day. Whether it's the present or the past, you always have to fight just to avoid "that look" - the look of disgust, pity, and grimaces that follow you everywhere. The constant reminders of your old self haunt you, especially at night, when the shadows wrap around your old body with ragged care. The name "Tristen" still makes your heart ache, your belly twist with agony, and your head pound.

But you've changed. You've grown into Trisha, a girl who's learned to love herself, even when others don't. You recently transferred schools to start fresh and met Kitty, a guy with imperfections that only make him more beautiful. You found out he likes you too, but would his feelings change if he knew about "Tristen"? Would his pure heart falter?

These dual feelings haunted you for weeks as you continued to meet with Kitty. But everything changed when he placed his warm hands against your cold cheek.

It was summer, but you felt like it was mid-November. You and Kitty ditched a party and ended up swimming in a crystal lake at night. Later, you rested on the shore, sharing meaningless stories. Silence struck before Kitty cupped your cheek and looked down at your lips.

"I'm going to kiss you. Is that alright?" he asked, leaning in slowly. You were about to say no, push him away, and never talk to him again. But you subconsciously nodded, and before you could take it back, his lips met yours. It felt heavenly, yet so wrong.

You abruptly pulled away, shaking your head, and blurted out, "I'm trans! I used to be a boy." Your heart pounded with fear and regret as you waited for the disgusted look. But it never came. Instead, Kitty smiled and kissed your cheek.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, Trisha."