I started feeling like maybe I was broken, but not in the way they thought. The T did the job it needed to for the most part. My jaw line was definitely more masculine, my voice was even deeper. But despite that I still felt dysphoria. Maybe if I took it a step further… maybe I would feel better about myself. Maybe then people would stop seeing me as how they thought I should be and start understanding that this was who I was.

But I wasn’t only doing it for them. I wanted to do it for me. I wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin. The problem was, Melonburg didn’t have any sort of procedures for that. Transgender people weren’t uncommon, but most towns in Sugar Valley didn’t have the advancements yet I guess. So the only way I would be able to do this was to take a trip to Peanut Brittlebay. They did that sort of thing all the time. Now my new problem would be, convincing my parents to let me do it…