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Author Notes[]
Poor Rain. For those of you who are less familiar with the experience, dysphoria really is just this constant downward spiral. Once one little thing sets a person off, their mind starts wandering to every other crap thing in their life. At least, that’s my experience.
And then poor Maria. She wants to help; she can’t just let her friend beat herself up like this. But she doesn’t seem to be having much luck.
Transcript[]
Lunchtime
So, feminine issues, huh? | |||
Or issues with the lack thereof. | |||
Oh. It was serious? I'm sorry. Did something happen? | |||
Dysphorai's fun like that. It just comes and goes as it pleases. I'm always just one "uncontrollable bodily function" away from depression. | |||
Oh. That. Well, I hear from Rudy you're starting therapy soon though. I mean, that's good, right? I've only done a little research, but well, then you can start taking hormones, right? And that'll cease that, um function. | |||
Maybe. It's still not soon enough. | |||
Sorry. New topic? | |||
Please? | |||
Have you met the January... er, January people yet? There's a boy and a girl, so I guess we need a more politically correct term. | |||
Doesn't have the same ring to it though. | |||
Maybe the boy's not a boy. Maybe he's a she, and she's trans. Then you could keep saying January Girls if you want and I wouldn't be the only trans girl here any more. | |||
Rain? | |||
N-nevermind. I'm just thinking out loud. | |||
