After the club meetup ended I couldn't stop smiling. I know someone my age probably shouldn't get so excited about making one friend but it's something that never came easily to me. However Nora felt really patient and understanding. I can why Marcus wanted me to go. Maybe next time I'll make more friends. I couldn't help but be excited at the thought. For now I wanted to talk to the friend I'd just made.

K: Uh hey

K: ...Friend

Nora: Sup Kay :D

I couldn't help feeling happy about being called Kay.

K: Is it weird that I really like being called Kay

Nora: Nah I really like being called Nora. It feels nice to be called a name that you chose for yourself

K: Speaking from experience?

Nora: Maybe ;)

K: Oh are you what's it called

K: The pink white and blue people

K: Forget the name hehe

Nora: pfft Yep. I am Pink white and Blue ;P

K: hmph meanie...

Nora: Seriously though, yeah I'm trans c:

K: Wow :O

K: What's it like?

Nora: Well I have to deal with constantly feeling like I'm not feminine enough and all the mental agony from that...

K: I guess it's not as exciting as I thought hm

Nora: Well yeah dysphoria sucks but being trans isn't just about suffering. Some people don't have dysphoria. I was unlucky. However it all feels worth it when I was finally free to be me...to be Nora. 

K: I understand

K: I've been quite sheltered prior to coming here. So now I'm left finding out who I am. I'm kind of envious of you being able to find out who you are and live your life to the fullest. 

Nora: Sadly I still don't fully know who I am. I don't know if anyone does. I think you know more about who you are then you think ;)

I had no idea what Nora meant. Do I really know anything about myself? I decided to make a list of qualities that I have. Let's see, I'm a guy... I think. I guess I'm rather outgoing but still socially awkward. That's kinda all I got. Maybe there's something I didn't notice. 

"Hey, you okay?" Marcus surprised me from behind "You look stressed".

"I-I don't know who I am Marcus..." I started to cry 

"You're you. You're k-"

"J-Just call me Kay p-please"

"mkay. You're Kay, does anything else matter? Maybe you can just be whoever you are and not worry about what that means or why. Just do what feels right. You are you and there's something beautiful about it, no? It's what I did and I think I turned out pretty okay." Maybe he's right. Maybe I am overthinking things. I'll have to think on that.

PrincessPenelope

Taking a week off wasn't the best idea for the story cause I forget where I wanted to take this. Hopefully this chapter was at least somewhat adequate hehe