Johanne's POV
The cold water cascaded down my bare skin, each droplet crashing against my body like tiny needles.
I stood there beneath the stream, letting it pour over me, as if it could wash away the confusion, the doubts and the fragmented thoughts swirling inside my mind.
This body… the body I now possessed…
It was a woman's body.
And that realization—no matter how many times I whispered it to myself—still sent shivers down my spine.
Not from the temperature, but from the sheer weight of everything I'd come to accept. Or rather, everything I could no longer deny.
I was still struggling to process it all.
Still wrestling with the truth I had been circling around for so long.
I had become this.
No...
I had always been this.
Looking back, perhaps it had never been a transformation.
Maybe it had always been inevitable—fate, reality, or perhaps, truth—finally pulling me into its embrace.
I had been a woman ever since I was born.
