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[dolari]

Heart: We spent so much time and effort on our transition, and you don't really do anything with it.
Mind: You know...you're right.
Heart: Wait, what?
Mind: I've kind of given up on my transition. I don't really do anything with it anymore.
Heart: I'm right?! I'M RIGHT?! YOU AGREE I'M RIGHT?!?!
Mind: I gave up on the femmey clothes and make-up. I gave up on the voice. Heck, I even gave up on the surgery.
Heart: I'M RIGHT! FOR ONCE I'M RIGHT! WOO HOO! YES YES YES YES YESSSSS!
Mind: I didn't give up on the hair...it just kinda does it's thing naturally, you know?
Heart: ::jumps up and down in ecstacy:: I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! WOOOOOOOOOO!
Mind: I really should, you know? You tried so hard to find your niche in the sisterhood, and then just kinda sat in the chair like a bump on a log. You tried, you failed, you gave up.
Heart: ::rolls around on the ground:: I WAS RIGHT!
Mind: And since then, you're still in that chair, still in the sisterhood due to some accepting women who at least appreciated that you tried. Maybe I owe them something.
Heart: ::shoots off fireworks:: I was right! I was so so so right!
Mind: I should try again. What's the worst that could happen? You fail again? You already did that, and you were fine. Well, fine-ish. Thanks, heart, you've given me something to think about.
Heart: I'M RIGHT I'M RIGHT I'M--- did you say something, Mind?