Thought I'd do something different this time. Just good ol' wholesome TG for all my trans ladies who need affirmation.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BE- I smack the stop button on that infernal alarm, letting me know that it's time to wake up and live life once again. I slowly rise from the warmth of my bed, feeling the sheets crumple down my body as I do. My body. Nothing to write home about. I was never the fastest, or the strongest, or the most handsome. I was…Nothing, really. And I felt even worse. I can never describe it, but things just don't feel right. Every outfit feels like something's missing and I can't figure out what, so all I wear are baggy sweats and hoodies. I grow my hair out and I feel gross but I cut is short and now I feel exposed and vulnerable… I hate it. Finally having the will to get out of bed, I peel off my pyjamas, not really looking at myself before I step into a set of plain black sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Walking down stairs, I go to sit down at the table for breakfast, only for my face to pale as an all to familiar, cynical and judgemental voice fills my ears. "You're going to go out looking like that? You look like a hobo that got banned from 7/11." My mother. No matter how bad I feel, which pretty much is always terribly, she somehow never fails in making me feel worse. Not even wanting to sit and eat anymore, I simply grab a piece of toast and blatantly say, "I-I'm heading to the bus stop…" "Fine. Oh and cut your hair before you come back. It looks like a dirty mop on your head."

Without so much as another word, I scram out of there, walking over to the bus stop to take me to my job at the arcade, trying my best to ignore the gnawing feeling in my chest. At the next stop, several people get off, and a new group gets on. Girls. Beautiful, glamorous, graceful beings that exude confidence with each step. Never looking out of place… Sometimes I wish I could feel like that. As they pass me to take their seats on the bus, I let out a weary sigh, knowing it's all useless, wishful thinking. Behind me, I feel as if someone was staring, but when I turn around, the only ones behind me are the girls that just got on, and they're all doing anything except looking in my general direction. Once the bus reaches my stop, I grab my backpack with my uniform and other things, but right before I step off, I hear a feminine voice whisper to me. "Esto Verus Tuus." Before I can even react, I'm already of the bus and left there blinking in confusion. Arriving at the arcade, I promptly change into my uniform, fighting the urge to scream as the form fitting golf shirt and pants expose more than I'd ever want. Hours later, after giving teens and young adults their tickets and tokens, I finally take the bus home. I see my mom, passed out on the couch with a half empty bottle of wine and the TV set to some trashy reality show. I set my stuff down near the stairs and go to wash the day off in a shower.

Even as the warm water feels comforting, almost like a hug, every time I glance down at my bare self, I can't help but feel… What do I feel? Sad? Disgusted? Angry? What does it matter, anyway. Not like anything's gonna change. Putting my pyjamas back on again, I crawl back into bed, ready to enjoy my favorite part of the day, being unconscious. As I begin to drift off, the mysterious voice from earlier echos in my head with a tone so enticing I can't help but whisper it out loud myself. "Esto Verus Tuus."

Bee-beep! bee-beep! bee-beep! b- My hand softly presses the button on my alarm clock, turning it off as I open my eyes. "Did it sound different this time?" I ask myself as I slide out of bed, stretching my body hard enough that my joints let out a satisfying pop. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I notice my hands don't look as bulky and gross as they normally do. Actually, they look rather nice. My room also looks different. the walls painted a light pink, not grey, with several plushies strewn over the bed and floor, including a plush Blahaj shark from IKEA. "This is weird…" I think to myself before seeing a white vanity in the corner. Feeling an overwhelming sense of curiosity in myself for the first time in a long time, I walk over to the vanity counter before looking into the mirror. "I-It can't be…" Staring back at me, was a girl. Cute, pretty, wearing a frilly white nightgown. At first, I thought, "This couldn't possibly be me, right?" But then I noticed the similarities, the same unruly black hair, the same golden yellow eyes… The sound of knocking on the door pulls me from my shocked stupor, and in a panic, I grab the first thing I can reach, which happens to be the shark plushie to cover myself with. "Can I come in, sweetheart?" Asks a gentle female's voice, the same voice that whispered that strange phrase on the bus.

The door slowly prys open a little, revealing one of the girls from yesterday, a redhead in her late twenties at most, offering a warm smile and a tray of tea and mini sandwiches. Her expression seems to soften even further once she notices me covering myself with the shark plushie. Setting down the tray, the woman draps a blanket over me and sits across from me, pouring the tea into two cups and offering me one. "My name is Aubrey. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'll do my best to answer them all, but first, let me explain something. All those feelings you were having? The dissatisfaction with yourself and your body, the sadness, the disgust? They're natural and valid feelings that mean one thing… you're trans, sweetie." My eyes widen as she says that. How could I be trans? I only hate my body, and only on occasion- well, most days do I want to jump out and into a different body…. OH GOD I AM TRANS!!! THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!!!! I'm brought back to the present by the woman chuckling softly.

"See? And with the help of a simple spell, I managed to bring the poor girl trapped inside, out. I always knew there was something different about you. Something you didn't even know yourself. I've seen how your mom treats you…" I see a small blush dust her cheeks as she reveals her intentions. "S-So I decorated this extra room in my apartment because I… I want you to come live with me as my daughter instead! I-I'll take care of you, keep you happy, and show you the ins and outs of life as a girl." All I can do is sit there in shocked silence, contemplating the weight of her words. "I-If you don't want to that's fine… but-" "I'd love to." I interrupt her, and now it's the redhead's turn to stare in stunned silence. "I'll do it. I don't want to go back to my old life, my gross body… my terrible mother… I want to become your daughter and finally live a happy life!" I say with tears brimming in my eyes, which Aubrey quickly wipes away with a motherly tenderness. "Oh, sweetheart… Welcome home."