"...this is gonna sound fucking weird." Krystal said as she awkwardly. "Being this punky tomboy asshole is what comes naturally, but I don't like it. I've always envied girls who could just be... girls. Sweet, giggly, feminine. All that cute shit. I wanna be bubbly and wear frilly dresses... and... and... and FUCKING COLLECT STUFFED ANIMALS!!!" Krystal broke down crying. "I tried when I was a little girl, I really fucking did, Circe. I wore cute dresses, I giggled, I stayed outta playground fights, I forced myself not to use the swear words my friends. But it felt so forced; I just didn't have enough inner girliness. I finally gave up in middle school and settled for life as a tomboy. It's what I'm good at. I thought I was being myself, but wanting to be girly's a part of me too. I fucking felt like I was giving up on a beautiful fairytale, like I'd fucking lost my chance to be a pretty princess with soft, golden curls." Krystal scrunched up her face, shedding more tears.
Meadow flinched. Her friend had always seemed to revel in being a rebellious badass. She was always bragging about all the fights she'd been in. Meadow had no idea her friend was hiding so much inner pain.
"You gotta fix me!" Krystal went on. "I'm so fuckin' tired of bein' this boyish shitbag! I hate myself everytime I tag a building or vandalize a car! Make me cute and innocent!"
"Are you over 18?" Circe asked. "I don't do personality alterations on minors."
"Fuck yeah, I'm over 18!" shouted Krystal. She pulled out her driver's license and waved it in Circe's face.
Circe inspected the license and smiled warmly. "Perfect. Come with me." She took Krystal's hand and led her deeper into the store to...