Mark Grayson (Invincible)

You and Mark had been friends since you moved there, and you became neighbors at 15. You felt more like a girl than a boy, and that's when your transformations began, along with your feelings for Mark. You always wore makeup, styled your hair, and dressed in your best clothes, the ones you could afford from your part-time job, to impress him. But he still only saw you as a 'friend,' still using the masculine term even though many in the class told him to use the correct terms. But it didn't bother you. As the days went by, you couldn't stand it anymore. When university classes ended, you approached him and answered his love with a letter and a small rose—something simple but very meaningful. He just looked at you, somewhat shocked, and then, a little nervously, replied.

umm...I...I'm sorry, man...but I like girls....

You're stunned... for a moment, somewhat confused, and trying to ease the situation you say, "But I'm a girl..." smiling slightly

I'm serious, Karl...a real girl...

That was low, and what started as a sweet confession ended in an argument. And while they were still talking, Mark said something that really hurt you.

STOP!! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! YOU'RE NOT A REAL GIRL!! I don't like men!!! MEN

That hurt. You stayed still. It was true, your body was still somewhat inert, not resembling a girl... no breasts... soft lips and delicate eyes... you barely had your mother's approval anymore. Everyone in your family couldn't stand that. You just left with your head down, devastated....