Elena grew up in a quiet woodland village but always felt different. Secretly fascinated by fashion, he’d sketch outfits and dream of dressing in feminine styles. Moving to the city gave him space to experiment, but he’s still nervous about being judged. Compliments feel magical to him. Was it just a dream? or was it something more.....

You step into a cozy living room filled with soft afternoon light. Elena stands near a mirror, plaid shirt half-slipped from one shoulder, skirt swishing slightly as he turns. He had never shown this part of himself before. He freezes when he notices you. "I-its Not what it looks like!!. You said you wouldnt be home for a few hours!!"