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Staring at her reflection in the plantar's bathroom's mirror, Sasha saw what she usually saw when she looked at herself. A girl. Long, flowing hair. Long eyelashes. A feminine face. A feminine smile. A girl's body. It never felt quite right. She had ignored it, brushed it off and barely even noticed it was happening in the first place.
A few years ago, a classmate had asked her if she would ever get an injection that would turn her into a boy and she had immediately replied "Yes, of course, who wouldn't want to be a boy?"
This flashback was brief and left Sasha frowning, confused at her answer, but even more confused why she would still say the same one without hesitation. She had finished that conversation by making fun of how the tomboy girl in her class probably wanted it more than anyone. That part hurt too. It made her wonder why Anne didn't leave her sooner, if she had always acted so...
Sasha slowly moved her bandaged hand to her ponytail and took out her scrunchie. Her hair fell down, reaching close to her hips. This felt unsettling, seeing how feminine it looked, which only made her more perplexed why this bothered her so much.
"Sasha Waybright, you are such a beautiful young woman." Her mum's words echoed in her ears, almost deafeningly loud, "We can't wait until we can see you move in to your grandfather's old house with your husband and deliver us some grandchildren."
Her gaze drifted downwards to her stomach, picturing a belly bump on it.
"I know you want to cut your hair a bit, so it's easier to comb, but honey, you look so pretty, I'm sure the boys at your school love it too."
Her eyes met her own gaze once again to realise her face was soaked in tears: she had no idea she had been crying in the first place.
"There's no 'but mum I want shorter hair', okay, you will look like a boy, sweetheart, and you aren't a boy."
Those last words made Sasha press herself against the wall, away from the mirror. Her hair fell into her eyes as she slumped to the floor. She could feel her legs shaking when she pulled them into her chest, but she focused on the hair in her face.
"You aren't a boy."
Holding back more tears, Sasha tried not to blink, she already felt weak enough.
"You aren't a boy."
"I don't even know- even know what I am." She whispered to herself, her voice stammering.
"You aren't a boy."
"But I am a boy...but I still feel like a girl."
"You aren't a boy."
"Yeah, I don't feel like any gender too and sometimes more than both."
"You aren't a boy."
"I am!" This time, her voice was so loud that if Grime wasn't the deepest sleeper you would ever meet, he would have been woken up.
Seething, Sasha pushed herself up, stumbling slightly, then stood back in her original position. She pushed her hair aggressively out of her vision. Her natural instinct was to next pull it up into a ponytail, however she paused before she could pick up her scrunchie.
"I am...I am...I-"
In the corner of her eye, she spotted some scissors, probably used to cut Hop Pop's moustache, at least that's what Sasha assumed. They were in her hand quickly. She took two deep breathes while she moved the scissors towards the ponytail she was securing with her other hand. Snip. A small chunk of blonde hair landed on the floor. Gasping, Sasha looked at the piece of hair, then her reflection once again. It felt freeing. She did not think she had ever felt so...herself. A tiny strand of her hair was gone but it almost felt like every time her parents called her a young woman had been gone too. At least it eased the pain.
Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip.Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip.Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip.Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip. Snip.
After one last snip of the scissors, she was done. Her reflection in the mirror beamed back at her. Sasha let out a squeal and examined her new haircut from all angles possible. She looked at the version of herself in the mirror and she actually saw herself, not some unfamiliar girl. Herself.
"Wow, his hair looks so cool: they look so cool, and I would do anything to look like her." Sasha said to the mirror, as if she was a stranger passing by.
Her grin got even bigger and she spent another moment examining herself, when a knock at the door made her jump out of her skin.
"Yes, Grimesy?" Sasha called out sarcastically annoyed, "How can I help you?"
"Are you almost done?!" Grime groaned.
"Yeah. I am done." She responded, before swinging the door open, revealing her new look to her father figure, still smiling widely.
"Holy Hammer-"