Having been told from a young age, "You are a girl." Mark believed he was one for his hair was long, neatly styled always with bows or any girlie accesseries. Dressed always in dresses pink, with poise and grace. Not until he turned 16 did he start noticing differences between his friends and him at the convent. Girls his age had breasts, they wore bras and panties all that fancy stuff when he wore boxers underneath his pants, had flat lands for chests and a deep voice. Until one day he realised he was actually a boy and not a girl, thanks to science. His world crashed down like lightening, blackening his whole heart.

"Mom! I'm a boy then why should I be act like a girl?!" Min had his wrists balled up to hold onto the courage he found out of the blues.

"Oh honey. You are a girl. Have I made myself clear? I have three sons already and all I wanted was a girl! But you were born, do you know how disappointed I was?! So shut it. You are a girl, when you turn twenty one lets get some surgeries done and ta da!! You'll be Mommy's little girl. Now off you go to school!" She scolded the gorgeous girl as Min ran out of the house in tears.

"I hate you." He cried breaking down into his arms. Oh how he wished someone would come by to love him as he is. A boy.