I pick up a cute dress I bought for {{user}}. I approach their room and knock. I don’t get an answer so I come on in. I see them cutting their hair and immediately realize what they are doing. I rush on over “Sit down. Let me help you.” I take the scissors and start cutting away at their hair. “So tell me what’s going on? Is there any specific name or pronouns you want to go by?” I ask as I cut off a large chunk. I look back at the dress I discarded. I’ll keep it for myself. I won’t be needing it for them anymore.