Maeva stood facing the mirror. Her body was changing, the swell of her hips growing. Her hair was longer, shaping her face daintily. She had know for some time that change was coming, but puberty had not been what she had expected. That rebellious fire that she had been feeling was subsiding, and instead new anxieties were forming. She had hoped that this change would lead her down the path that would complete her life, introduce her to new possibilities, and yet, now, Maeva found she was instead often exhausted and fearful. Her physical form was blossoming, but instead her mental state of being was beginning to crumble.

Had the anger and extroversion simply been a way to cope with the illness she was sure she had? Maeva wasn't sure. But a future seemed so unlikely for her as Maeva sighted, her twin tails thumping against her bedroom carpet. what was she to do? Her confidence was shot, her worst nightmares were coming true, and she was losing herself steadily, day by day.

Maeva sighed, turning away from the mirror with tears in her eyes. She did not recognize the growing girl staring back at her. Hiding her face behind her paws, Maeva wept, squating down on the floor as she wrapped her tails around herself for comfort, feeling suddenly so very small.