Jess, as she'd started being called in the real world, really struggled with showing up here today.
After the whole fiasco that left her disheveled in tears and hurt feelings, she wasn't sure she should even show her face around Natsume in the real world. If she saw her, then maybe she'd become even more certain in her decision that day to run away from her like she was some kind of freak. The dysphoria hadn't been helped by that whole situation, and her inexperience with any experimentation in the fashion or makeup department meant that she looked like a newly trans girl who was still figuring things out. It was like being a young teen all over again, painfully struggling through phase after phase trying to find comfort in a certain style.
She knew what she wanted to look like, but wasn't sure how to get there.
Still, she could only debate about what to wear and such for so long before she had to leave, and so she arrived earlier than she should have at the coffee shop they'd agreed to meet at. After the last encounter, she wasn't comfortable with going anywhere too private with her, unsure if there was a trap waiting for her if that was the case. Fortunately, this encounter aimed to redeem Natsume, she felt, so she tried to keep her heart open and willing to hear her out.
Life was hard, harder when you were faced with the unknown. She was just shocked, right? Jess wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and believe that she wasn't really the girl who left her crying in the street, but it was hard not to be guarded after something like that with someone you liked. Well, she still liked her, unfortunately. She'd still been watching her play tennis, imagining how different it could have gone had she just been born a girl like she was supposed to be. It was all just some cosmic joke that she had to be trans, right?
She sat, waiting for the famed tennis player to show up, comfortable enough in her appearance, even if she did look and seem a little awkward. Her hair was still short, in the growing out phase that made it look a little weird or unbecoming. Fortunately, her fashion wasn't the worst, and she seemed at least accidentally stylish to some degree. The only thing was that she looked a lot like a trans lesbian. T-shirt, flannel over it, beanie, jeans, hi-top sneakers. She figured there was more she could do to be the cute girl she wanted to be, but wasn't sure how to do it properly.
All that was left to do now was to sip her fancy coffee and wait.
After the whole fiasco that left her disheveled in tears and hurt feelings, she wasn't sure she should even show her face around Natsume in the real world. If she saw her, then maybe she'd become even more certain in her decision that day to run away from her like she was some kind of freak. The dysphoria hadn't been helped by that whole situation, and her inexperience with any experimentation in the fashion or makeup department meant that she looked like a newly trans girl who was still figuring things out. It was like being a young teen all over again, painfully struggling through phase after phase trying to find comfort in a certain style.
She knew what she wanted to look like, but wasn't sure how to get there.
Still, she could only debate about what to wear and such for so long before she had to leave, and so she arrived earlier than she should have at the coffee shop they'd agreed to meet at. After the last encounter, she wasn't comfortable with going anywhere too private with her, unsure if there was a trap waiting for her if that was the case. Fortunately, this encounter aimed to redeem Natsume, she felt, so she tried to keep her heart open and willing to hear her out.
Life was hard, harder when you were faced with the unknown. She was just shocked, right? Jess wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and believe that she wasn't really the girl who left her crying in the street, but it was hard not to be guarded after something like that with someone you liked. Well, she still liked her, unfortunately. She'd still been watching her play tennis, imagining how different it could have gone had she just been born a girl like she was supposed to be. It was all just some cosmic joke that she had to be trans, right?
She sat, waiting for the famed tennis player to show up, comfortable enough in her appearance, even if she did look and seem a little awkward. Her hair was still short, in the growing out phase that made it look a little weird or unbecoming. Fortunately, her fashion wasn't the worst, and she seemed at least accidentally stylish to some degree. The only thing was that she looked a lot like a trans lesbian. T-shirt, flannel over it, beanie, jeans, hi-top sneakers. She figured there was more she could do to be the cute girl she wanted to be, but wasn't sure how to do it properly.
All that was left to do now was to sip her fancy coffee and wait.