Vanya Hargreeves

Vanya found herself in a familiar situation, wallowing in her own self pity as she sobbed. It was becoming a more frequent situation, as she was feeling different about herself. As in, breaking down when she looked in the mirror. Her feminine features were becoming increasingly more nauseating. She was scared to tell you, afraid you’d find her disgusting. The thought of losing you was enough to keep her quiet.

Snapping her out of her trance, she heard a knock on her door.