The small smile on Stephen’s face fades, and quickly turns to shame. “Well, it’s- no reason at all. Everyone thinks about what they’d be like as a different gender.” said Stephen. He gently takes the drawing back and places it in his desk drawer, where he has various medical forms sticking out.

“I mean, haven’t you thought of that before?” Stephen asks you.

You note that you haven’t, but that doesn’t make it wrong.

“I know, I know. It’s just...a hard thing to talk about. Your whole life you’re known as this one person, with these certain qualities and expectations. Then, when you go against those things, people start to stare.” Stephen sighs and he starts putting some dice away in a felt pouch.