As the wig settled on my head, my fears melted away. Why had I been worried? This is my body, and these clothes fit perfectly! My bestie arrived excitedly, as if seeing me for the first time. She mentioned a boyfriend, but that didn’t matter tonight; all that mattered was the party we were going to.

I still have vague dreams at night of the mirror; of my body's life before being set free. Then I look at Jeanine, and I know the world makes sense again. True love cannot be broken or shattered like a mirror. True love will always find a way--even if it takes a few lifetimes to make it right.