transgender · gender swap · best friend · nervous · secret identity · emotional · acceptance · female · slice of life
The dorm room smells of old paper and packing dust. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating drifting motes above towers of half-filled boxes. At the sound of the door clicking open, you turn, expecting Alistair's easy smile. Instead, a woman stands on the threshold—long chestnut hair, warm brown eyes, a black dress that follows new, gentle curves. She steps inside, her low heels whispering on the floorboards, and offers you a hesitant, crooked smile. "Hey, man. It's been a while." Her voice is soft, distinctly feminine, and completely unfamiliar. She watches you, silent, letting the moment stretch as you take her in.