All the pretty things that we could be

A very special request by an Anonymous reader :) Hope you and Gabriel will like it ^-^

Contains spoiler for Life is Strange

Gabe was sitting in front of the TV with the joystick idle in his hands, looking transfixed at the screen of his computer as the ending of the game was unfolding in front of his eyes, the music playing as Maxine and Chloe drove off into the sunset towards perhaps a better future. It was the fourth time he replayed Life is Strange, and the third time he got to that ending. No matter how many times he would come back to that game, trying to influence the story by making different choices and finding out where those would have taken him, every time he would get to the ending it was impossible for him to bring himself to decide to take the route that would have resulted in Chloe’s death. He was simply too attached to that character to decide not to save her. That fictional girl that existed only in a game slowly started to feel like an actual friend for him, someone he looked up to. Someone he wished he could be.

It wasn’t so strange for him to be so attached to a fictional character. He was fond of everything pop culture, and the protagonists of his favorite stories had with time become his best friends. It didn’t help that in real life he could not make any real friend, beside one or two close confidants. He would spend his days watching movies and playing videogames, in an attempt to escape a reality in which he felt miserable and alone. Life in high school often felt like hell for him, being your typical shy and weak kid, getting bullied by his peers and being called wang-less and other mean names. He always felt like life was passing him by, and that all he could do was just look at it passively. Always looking. That was why he liked Life is Strange so much. He related so much to the protagonist Maxine. She was just like him, wishing to do the right thing but also wanting to be popular, to be liked, and to have agency over her life. But the character he was simply obsessed with was the other main girl of the story, Chloe. She was a rebellious, daredevil, charming, and witty punk girl, who did not answer to anybody but herself, and who would not let anyone bring her down. She was everything the protagonist wished she could be, and by extension everything Gabe wanted to be. She was the person he admired the most in the whole world, and she wasn’t even real.

As the credits rolled by he let out a melancholic sigh, turned off the computer, and went to the window. He looked outside thoughtful. Ever since he had completed that game for the first time he was so inspired by the way Chloe lived that he tried to follow in her footsteps, finally finding some balls to stand up to his bullies, and even going as far as imitating the way she spoke and acted, and starting to use her signature saying “hella” all the time. But all of that felt so shallow and pointless. He knew that he was merely putting on a mask, and that he could never be like her. He was no Chloe. At best he was a Maxine, only without the time-manipulation powers. And no matter how much he would try, he was stuck as his miserable, looser self. That was hella depressing.

Suddenly something caught his attention. A blue butterfly landed on the window right in front of his eyes. It looked just like the one that popped up in the game multiple times, Chloe’s spirit animal, and coincidentally his spirit animal as well. That was just too cool of a coincidence to let it pass by, and so he rushed to his desk and took out the Polaroid he had bought to start taking pics of things around him just like Maxine did. He got back to the window, relieved the butterfly was still there, and took a picture of it. The result was hella cool, and he immediately went to hang it to his wall well he kept all of the other pics he took. He kept looking at it for endless minutes, thinking to himself. It was hella amazing that a caterpillar could undergo a metamorphosis and turn into such a beautiful thing. He wished something like that could happen to him somehow, and that one day he too would have transformed into something that beautiful, and graceful, and most importantly of all free.

Suddenly he felt a breeze blow against the back of his neck, and his whole body started to tingle weirdly. That strange wind started to blow harder, and he suddenly felt all energies leave his body and his limbs starting to go numb. His hand started to hurt, and as he looked at them he saw them transform right in front of his eyes, as they became small and dainty, and the hair on his arms started to disappear. He felt something brush against the back of his neck, and saw a flock of hair fall in front of his face. They were rapidly growing long, and even changed color into a shade of blue. <<What the…>> he tried to say, only to suddenly feel something choke him, and as he coughed and cleared his throat he realized that his voice had changed, and that his adam’s apple had disappeared. He yelped in shock as a pair of breasts suddenly exploded over his chest, protruding visibly from under his shirt, and before he could bring his shaking hands to those mounds of flesh, a sharp pain in his belly made him bend over and fall on his knees. It was like his guts were twisting and turning, and it burned so much. He was too much in pain to even pay attention to the other changes his body was going through, as all his bones started to crack and reshape, his facial features changed into a delicate and feminine visage, his hips widened, and his figure became frail and thin. Finally the tingling sensation went to his groin, as he felt his dick starting to shrink and his balls disappear inside of his body, and a slit formed between his legs.

When the changes stopped he was covered in sweat, and his breathe was so heavy that he felt like he was about to faint. Slowly he regained some calm, and managed to stand up, wobbling a bit over his weak and thin legs, dizzy due to his different center of balance and mystified by his transformation. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror, and as he turned around he felt his heart in his throat and remained completely paralyzed as he saw a girl staring back at him in disbelief. It was so unsettling to see her mimic his every move, but the most amazing thing of all was that that girl looked awfully familiar. That cute face, those deep eyes, her blue hair… she looked just like a real life version of Chloe! And as he started to feel his face bewildered, and groped the new curves that had appeared on his chest, and sensed that alien emptiness in his crotch, he realized that all of that was real. Somehow he had become his favorite character from his favorite videogame.

For the following hour all he could do was to keep checking out his transformed body amazed, almost too scared to explore it fully. After a while he tried to figure out what had happened, and whether or not the world around him had changed as well. He soon discovered that even though he had in fact transformed into Chloe from Life is Strange, his name in the documents, the clothes in his wardrobe, and even his entire room changed to fit his new identity, the rest of the world seemed to still be the same. He had no way to tell how that had happened, but it must had something to do with the picture he took of that butterfly. It seemed like it had transported him to some kind of alternate reality, just like Maxine could travel to different points in time and alter reality using the pictures she took. His wish had come true! He underwent a complete metamorphosis, and he was now everything he always wished he could be! It was incredible! He shivered in anticipation, looking forward to the next morning when he would have gone to school determined to take his new life in his hands and live like the free spirit he always aspired to be. <<Wowser!>>

Once in front of the school building Chloe could not help but smile. She dropped the cigarette she was smoking, feeling the smoke burn in her lungs. It felt so satisfying, and she wondered how she managed to live all those years without even coming close to a cigarette. However it would not have been nearly as satisfying as the day she was about to have. She stepped through the door and headed straight to the bathroom. She was not going to attend any class that day, beside maybe to drop in at the end of the school day to flip the bird to the teacher. She had bigger fishes to catch at that moment, and was glad to find out her bully was there just like she had foreseen. She did not care for whoever was his victim that day. That was not his problem. All she cared for was to finally give that asshole what he deserved, and to make he weep and cry like the punk-ass bitch he was.

She went on to take a few satisfactions out of all the people that used to torment her in her previous life during the course of the morning, and a few hours later she left the school never to come back again. She would have been a high school dropout just like the “real” Chloe was, and from that day on she would have lived however she wanted, free from all ties to her old life. It was going to be hella sick! She took out her pack of cigarettes, deciding to leave the joint she had flawlessly rolled that morning for later, and lit it taking a big and nice puff. She then decided that from that moment on she would not have needed her Polaroid anymore. Not only by getting rid of it she would not have risked to somehow undo her transformation, but that thing also represented a relic from a life she wanted to leave behind her back forever. It was something more fitting for a girl like Maxine, definitely not something for the confident and independent Chloe. One last selfie would have been a nice send off to her old life, and would have marked the beginning of her new one.

Friendzoned

Requested by an Anonymous reader. Sorry about the recend lack of posts. I'll try to keep my output more constant in the future.

Jarred was hopelessly in love with his childhood friend Annie. Ever since he could remember he had a huge crush on that cheerful, beautiful girl, whose smile melted his heart and whose image would haunt his most desperate dreams. The problem was that she was not aware of that at all, and that she only saw him as nothing more than a close and dear friend. Jarred knew that, and it broke his heart, but he carried on, and kept being her best friend and confident, everything just so he could be close to her as much as possible. Deep down he knew that one day he would have mastered the courage to confess her his love.

One day, while chatting with Annie, she said something that felt like a nail in his heart. It was obvious that something was bugging her, but she did not want to talk about it despite the fact they never hid anything from each other. Jarred had long started to notice that they had started to grow further and further apart as years went by, like they belonged to two distant worlds, and Annie’s words really hammered that point in the most painful way. <<Jarred, you are my best friend, but sometimes I wish you were a girl so we could share more stuff together.>>

It felt like Jarred’s world had crumbled upon him. He had been in love with Annie for so many years, while basically she didn’t even think of him as a man. Hell, she even wished he was a girl! What could possibly have been worse? Saying he was bummed about it would be an understatement, but somehow those painful words made him realize that he could no longer hide his feeling. Even if his dream of being with her could never come true, he at least had to be frank with her. But not then, not there. He needed to first master all his courage, and thing thoroughly about the words he should have used. So he asked her to meet after school to talk and then headed straight for his locker.

He collected his books with his head lowered, pondering about what he would have said to his crush, and thinking about how things would have been from that day on, but as he closed his locker something got his attention. He looked at his hand, and noticed that something was definitely different about it. It was slender, and dainty, and even had nail polish. It looked… feminine. His arm seemed different as well, much thinner, and even less hairy. What was going on? The bell rang, making him snap out of his confusion, and so still unsettled he headed to class. During class he kept desperately trying to get the nail polish off his nails, constantly looking around to see if anybody had noticed it, and then he realized that he had instinctively crossed his legs in a very feminine fashion. What the hell was wrong with him? Suddenly he was called by the teacher to try a problem at the board. Startled he got up from his desk, but as soon as he took a first step forward he wobbled and almost tripped over, and as he regained his balance and looked down, he remained completely paralyzed for the shock as he saw that his clothes had changed. He was now wearing heels, thighs, and even a dress. It was like something right out of a nightmare, where he would be humiliated in front of the entire class. But to his surprise, nobody around him seemed to see anything wrong with his attire, and were all ignoring him or staring at him wondering why he wasn’t going to the board. He was called once again by the teacher, and even though he was as startled and confused as ever, he just went along with it, and acted like everything was normal. And surprisingly enough, those weird and alien clothes turned out to feel quite comfortable, almost natural. He was even walking flawlessly in those shoes, swaying his hips left and right with every step… just like a girl. It was unsettling, but somehow pleasant.

He was embarrassed by all that, but at least he was glad that nobody was mocking him or treating him weird. On the contrary, everybody was acting not only normally, but also weirdly friendly and familiar with him, which was quite strange. While he was not your typical loser, he never was the popular guy either, and it was unusual that he would get so many attentions and that so many people would come talk to him in-between classes, especially so many girls. Before he could realize it, he was surrounded by a group of girls, chatting with him and talking about girls stuff, like cosmetics and clothes, and weirdest of all he found himself surprisingly absorbed by the conversation. Somehow he knew everything about what they were talking about, and it all seemed so interesting, despite the fact he never cared about those kind of shallow stuff. Things were getting weirder and weirder with every minute.

Jarred’s following class was math, and there was going to be a test. He had not studied much for it, but he didn’t need to. He had always been gifted for math, and he was confident he would have aced that one as well. However as soon as he found the paper in front of him, he realized that he basically did not understand a word of what was written on it. He tried to focus as much as he could, but he could not remember almost anything of what he had studied. Instead all he could think about were more girly stuff. Dresses, makeup… boys! He suddenly realized that he was nervously playing with his hair, which had somehow grown longer and even turned a shade of blonde. And his body felt much different too, so thin, and frail, and dainty, but with soft and round curves on his hips and chest. It was clear that he was slowly but surely turning into a girl.

It was at that moment that he remembered the conversation he had with Annie that morning, and her wish that he was a girl. Could that be the cause of what was happening to him? It was his only clue, and so he decided to confront her about it, and maybe try to figure out what was happening to him and most importantly of all how to reverse it. However when he did so Annie, just like anyone else he had met that morning, did not seem to notice anything weird, or even different, about his appearance. They were interrupted by the bell. <<Sorry Joana, I have class now and I need to go.>> Joana? Why did she call him like that? And most importantly of all why did it sound so right to be called like that? He started to feel dizzy, frustrated by the whole situation, and so he headed to a bathroom to refresh himself. He instinctively stepped into the girl’s restroom, and as he looked at his reflection in the mirror he saw a cute, delicate feminine visage staring back at him. He contemplated that image for endless minutes, transfixed, until something snapped in his brain. Why was she so confused by her reflection? That was just her face after all. The same she saw every morning. Well, not exactly actually. Those hair sure needed some adjustment, and her makeup was a disaster. She took a hair brush out of her purse and fixed her hair, combing them in a pair of braids, and then did her makeup nicely, and after that headed straight to class.

What a morning that was. She totally had failed that stupid math test, and if she got a low score on her school report she would have ended up being grounded! That would have been like the worst! Soon it would have been summer, and there would have been so many cool parties. She could not afford to get grounded, not now that things were starting to go well with Michael. She needed to play her cards well if she wanted to score with that stud. He had basically nothing but him in mind recently. No wonder she could not focus during classes. She was getting nervous, and needed something to distract her. She would have asked Annie to hang out at the mall later. She was always there when she needed it, and she was glad she had a friend like her. Hours later they were chatting while drinking some latte, and having a great time, when suddenly Annie said to her <<Oh Joana. If I were a boy I would ask you out on a date.>> The thought made Joana smile wholeheartedly. <<Thanks darling.>>

Dreams do come true

A caption based on an old dream by Ashley Allison :)

Ash was walking around the carnival cheerful and care-free. The gleeful atmosphere of those kind of events always put him in a good mood, and he enjoyed just walking around alone looking at all the people having fun. Suddenly he heard a voice call for him.

<<Come here young man! Would you like to have your fortune told?>>

He turned around to see and old hag sat at a table partially hidden in the shadows, with a deck of tarots in her hands. She had a strange, malicious smile on her face. There was something unsettling and creepy about her, but being a polite guy he couldn’t just pass by and ignore her.

<<I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.>>

<<Oh that’s a shame. Your skepticism really is your loss young man, for you see this kind of “stuff” is real. And magic can really do a lot for those who believe. Come closer, I want to show you.>>

The woman then took out a strange looking necklace from her pocket. It seemed like a plain and useless piece of junk, and yet he found himself irresistibly lured by it.

<<Here, I would like to give you this jewel. It may look valueless, but I guarantee you that it actually holds great power. If you wear it while you sleep, your dreams will become reality.>>

That of course sounded ridiculous, but Ash was nonetheless fixated on that strange little object.

<<So what do you want for it?>>

<<Nothing at all. I always give little magical artifacts to the nonbelievers. All I ask, is for you to wear it right now in front of me if you’re going to accept my gift.>>

That sounded even stranger, but he couldn’t help it. He had to have it. So he took it from her hand and fastened it around his neck. The woman smiled pleased and said goodbye to him, and a few hours later Ash was at home ready to go to bed. By that point he had already almost forgotten the old lady and the necklace, and it surprised him when he noticed it was still around his neck. He tried to take it off, but he found himself unable to unfasten it. He tried and he tried, but it just would not come off. “What the hell?” he thought, and after a while he had to give up. He was exhausted, and he didn’t want to lose any more time with it. Besides, that hag said that he should have worn it while sleeping. Why not give it a try? It would not hurt to rest while wearing it. So he laid on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

He didn’t sleep well that night, for he was disturbed by strange dreams. When he woke up he wasn’t in his room anymore, nor was he laying in a bed. Instead he realized that he was sitting in some kind of old armchair, and all around him were magenta walls adorned with all types of fancy furniture and paintings, and even a large tapestry. But his surrounding were not the only thing being different, nor were they the least surprising. As a cool breeze blew through an open window, he realized that his legs were bare. Looking down he saw that he was now dressed in a blue short dress and that he was wearing high heels, and to his dismay he realized that those female clothes were actually fitting his body. He now had smooth and toned womanly legs, and he felt that his arms and shoulders had lost almost any muscular tone, giving him a frail and petite figure. His belly had flattened and his waist narrowed, while his hips were now much wider, and he could feel a round and soft butt acting as a cushion. But most unsettling of all was his chest, on which two ample mounds of flesh had developed. He now had breasts. Trembling, he reached with his hands for that bosom, and gave it a firm squeeze. The shock that that sent to the back of his head acted as the most powerful of pinches. There was no doubt, that was all real. He was a woman.

<<Surprised, aren’t you?>>

He heard a familiar voice coming from beside him. He turned towards its source and saw the old woman sitting in a chair in a corner of the room, looking at him with a smug look on her face. He wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth were muffled stutters, in a feminine voice that unsettled him even more.

<<I told you that the necklace held incredible powers. And as I told you, it made your dream come true, even though it reached quite far into the back of your memories to find the right dream to fulfill.>>

<<I… you…>>

<<Don’t you remember? You were seven. The first time you ever dreamed of transforming into a woman. You were a dame in a castle. You didn’t dream of any prince coming to save you or anything like that, not at all. No, all you did in that dream was to bask in your newfound femininity, acting all girly and enjoying your time as a sensible and well educated lady. How adorable.

Of course that would not have been the last time you fantasized about experiencing life as a woman, but I just thought that it would have been a lot of fun to make you re-experience that dream as a reality. I had to do some changes though in order to make it real. You are a princess now. An actual princess. The princess of Belgium to be precise. Now you can live the life you dreamed of decades ago. It is just as I told you, magic can do a lot for those who believe. And I think from now on you will be a fervent believer. Enjoy your new life, your majesty.>>

The woman disappeared with a laugh, leaving Ash alone in his new room and with his new body. He got up and walked towards a mirror trying not to stumble over the heels. For the first time he saw his new beautiful feminine visage, with his now blonde hair framing his delicate features. He caressed his face, feeling how soft his skin now was, and he couldn’t help but think that that was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Suddenly a knock at the door made him jolt, as what looked like a maid entered the room.

<<Oh, I’m sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were here. Hope I didn’t disturb you, you seem upset.>>

Ash smiled complacent. He never was arrogant or anything like that, but being called your highness really flattered him.

<<It’s ok. I’m fine.>> he said turning again towards the mirror. A happy smile went across his beautiful face.

<<I’m perfectly fine.>>

An old wish

A gift I made for my dear friend and sister Karen based on a fantasy she had as a child :)

Joe had always been such a good and big-hearted guy. It was just his nature to help those in need, even with small acts of kindness. So it should not surprise anybody if he didn’t hesitate a second to help a woman who he saw struggling trying to bring heavy furniture inside her house. For him that was only the right thing to do. He wasted the whole afternoon helping that woman, but he didn’t mind it, and in the end he was thanked wholeheartedly.

<<Thank you young man. I don’t know how I would have managed without your help.>>

<<Don’t mention that. It wasn’t a problem, really.>>

<<Nono, I insist! You deserve a reward. You see, you may not believe it, but I’m a sorceress. A witch. Maybe you don’t believe in magic, but I can assure you that it is real. And to reward you for your kind heart I will make a wish of yours come true.>>

Joe wanted to laugh. Of course he didn’t believe in magic, and that lady was clearly a screwball. But he didn’t want to offend her, so he played along.

<<All right. So, I wish…>>

<<Oh you don’t have to tell me. I don’t want you to risk wasting your wish with something you have not thought through. No, I will just search in the recesses of your heart to fulfill your most secret desire. Just head home now, you will have a pleasant surprise later on.>>

Joe just shrugged it off and headed home as she said. Either she was completely crazy or that was the strangest way for getting rid of him she could have found. But he would not have held any grudge just for that, and went on with his day as nothing even happened. However moving all that furniture for the whole afternoon really did tire him, and so he fell asleep exhausted very early in the evening. He would not have got much rest however, since a couple of hours later he woke up in an unknown environment.

When he opened his eyes and rose, he could hear muffled club music all around him, and he realized he wasn’t in his bed anymore but instead he was laying on some kind of sofa. And he wasn’t alone. Beside him a young woman greeted him with a bright smile. She looked a whole lot like the woman he helped earlier that day with her furniture, only a lot younger and much more beautiful.

<<Rise and shine sweety. I told you I had a surprise for you.>>

Still confused and dazed he tried to say something, but he immediately fell silent as he realized that the voice coming out of his mouth didn’t belong to him. Instead it sounded melodic, and womanly. He looked down at his body, only to see that that wasn’t his body at all. Of course the first thing to baffle him was his new incredible rack. He was staring at a pair of ample and voluptuous breast wrapped in a pink dress, which enveloped also the rest of his new female figure, empathizing his womanly curves, the narrow waist, the ample hips, and the long sensuous legs.

<<Surprised uh? Turn around honey. There’s more.>>

Still speechless he didn’t hesitate an instant and immediately turned around, and he found himself facing a mirror hanging from the wall. Only he didn’t found his usual reflection staring back at him. Instead a stunning, gorgeous blonde beauty dressed in a wonderful pink dress was looking back at him from the reflection with her mouth wide open for the astonishment, and as he saw her mimicking his every move he realized that that was his new reflection. He was looking at his new body. <<Oh my…>> was the only thing he managed to say.

<<I told you I would have made one of your wishes come true. Only I had to search deeply in the back of your mind to find what really would have made you happy. So much time has passed since you first made that wish that you probably don’t even remember it, but allow me to refresh your memory.

You were 11. There was this girl in your class. Her name was Ryan, and she was beautiful, blonde and oh so tall. You could not stop staring at her during classes, and thinking about her. One would have said that you had a crush on her, but we know it wasn’t that. You didn’t want to kiss her, or to be her boyfriend. No, there was more. You wanted to be her. You wanted to experience life as her. To be the cutest girl in class. How precious.

For your whole life you always wondered how it would be like to be a girl instead of a boy. You had fantasies, but you never truly talked about it with anyone, and in time that became your most secret and cherished desire. Well now I made it a reality. I transformed you into her.

Look at her. Look at you. She has changed quite a bit since you were kids. She still has her luscious blonde hair, but she doesn’t really seem all that tall now that you have both grown up. Don’t worry, the high heels you are wearing will make up for that, and she has on the other hand really developed in other areas. Look at your breasts. They look lovely, don’t they? And I bet they feel nice too. Don’t be afraid, grab ‘hem, fondle them. They are yours now. You always secretly wished to have some, and now you do. This is who you always wanted to be. Isn’t it wonderful?>>

<<I… I…>>

<<I know this may be scary, but you don’t have to be afraid. Nor you have to be ashamed of your deepest desires. “No matter what anyone thinks or says about you, find your true voice and sing out your heart’s desire.” “Nobody can take that away from you.” These are your words, remember? Now they are reality. And you can be truly happy.

Now you should probably go. Your friends are probably wondering where you are. They are waiting for you. Your new life is awaiting you. Go on and dance your heart out, sing your happiness until you run out of voice, find a guy to take you home and live up your wildest fantasies. You are free.

Don’t worry, I will stick around. If you ever want to go back to your old life I will be there for you. But I like to think that with my magic I managed to give you a happy life. The one you always dreamed of. Go now, a whole new world is waiting for you.>>

Ryan got up and rushed thrilled to the dancefloor room, slightly stumbling on her new heels. But before turning her back forever to her old life she looked back at that woman who had made her dream come true. <<Thank you.>> she said to her smiling. The woman smiled back. She knew she had made another person happy.

Wish fulfillment

A small gift I made for a very brave girl named Amelie :) May all her wishes come true ì-^ And yours as well :*

<<Can I open my eyes now?>>

<<Not yet. Just a second.>>

<<Please. I can’t resist. I have to see!>>

<<Don’t be impatient. You will have the rest of your life to look at yourself in the mirror after all. Here we are. You can open your eyes now.>>

<<…Wow! Is… is that really me?>>

<<Yes. Yes it is.>>

<<I’m… I’m gorgeous. My hair, my face… and my…>>

<<Your breasts, yes. Why don’t you lose your top and give a better look at them.>>

<<Can I?>>

<<You can do as you please. That’s your body now after all.>>

<<…Wow! It’s amazing. They are perfect and… they feel so good. I’m beautiful.>>

<<You really are.>>

<<And this is what I would have always looked like if I was born a girl?>>

<<More or less. I took the liberty to make a couple of adjustments. Made your belly flatter, your ass firmer… since I was going to make you a woman I figured out I might as well make you gorgeous. You should really scrap your beloved sweets from your diet if you want to keep that body as fit and beautiful as it is.>>

<<Oh I will! Now that I’m a woman there are plenty of things that are going to change!>>

<<That’s the best part. The woman in the mirror may be you, but she is also a completely new person. You now get to decide her dreams, her goals, her personality. You are the arbiter of her destiny. This is the first day of your new life.>>

<<I… I…>>

<<Are you going to cry? I thought this would have made you happy.>>

<<I am! This is the happiest day in my life! And I owe it all to you. How will I ever be able to repay you?>>

<<You don’t have to repay me in any way. Just be happy with your new life. Your future joy is all the reward I can wish for.

Keep in mind that whatever you decide to do with your new life, the girl in the mirror, despite how different she may turn out from your previous self, is and always will be just you, your true self. I just made her come out of her cocoon. You don’t have to fear or hide anymore. Now your appearance fit who you’ve always been inside, and those female dresses you had to wear in secret will suit you much better. You’re free.>>

<<Thank you. I will forever be grateful.>>

<<Don’t mention it. Just keep in mind that, if you will ever need a date, I will be more than happy to accompany such a beautiful girl.

Now, a girl needs a name. What will it be?>>

<<I… I think I will chose Amelie, the name my parents would have given me if I was born a girl.>>

<<Amelie... that sound perfect.>>