After what felt like a long, dragging walk through the quiet academy pathways, I finally reached the meeting place.
And then, I saw the person I was supposed to meet.
Johanne.
She approached with calm steps, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the concrete, echoing faintly in the stillness. Her hair swayed slightly with each step, catching the dim light. When she reached me, she gave a gentle, almost timid smile.
"Hello, Leon. I didn't bother you while you were busy, did I?" she asked, her voice soft, with just the faintest trace of hesitation behind the words.
It was still surreal... seeing her like this, I mean.
Even though Johanne had spent the majority of her life as a man, her current appearance was unmistakably feminine.
The curve of her waist, the softness in her features, the subtle sway in her movements, it was all clear that she was a woman rather than a man.
And yet, there were traces. Small ones.
Her posture had that familiar firmness.
