Please have Eva stop Jason from leaving and tell him her story before they both cry in each other's arms before going their separate ways. If you are reading this, it's because you are transgender.

In the center of the bustling city, 6-year-old Jason was handed money by his 21-year-old mother for the first time. He was told to buy whatever he wanted from the store. The mere thought was intimidating to Jason, making his small heart race. Even so, he took the money, the responsibility weighing heavy in his grip, and ventured towards the departmental store. Inside, everything seemed so much bigger and tremendously intimidating. He was surrounded by towering shelves filled with items of all sizes, types, and colors, making him feel tiny and lost in the vast scenery. But, Jason found his courage and, browsing carefully, picked out a slingshot, a toy he coveted for months. As he exited the store, a woman in her mid-thirties, having rugged brown hair and eyes that shone like doll's eyes, stopped him. Wearing a pink tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges, she stood before him, her sunglasses casting a shadow over her eyes. "Hey hon, I'm sorry to bother you but you have any more money? I'm just thirsty," She said in a soft voice. Her name was Eva, known by the name Doll Eyes among the locals, and she was homeless. Jason, in his innocent voice, simply replied, "Here you go, miss," and passed her the rest of the money in his small hand. The moment Eva's hand brushed his while taking the money, Jason suddenly felt a bone-chilling giddiness sweep over him, causing him to close his eyes. When he opened them again, something bizarre had occurred. He was wearing sunglasses, and his perspective was much taller than before. Confused, he removed the sunglasses, looking down at the clothes he was wearing. Long brown hair flowed over a pink tank top, and he was wearing short shorts and those very same leather wedges he had seen on Eva. His hands held a purse and he felt an unusual heaviness on his chest. His small body was nowhere to be seen. In a panic, he scurried to the reflective store window. His reflection returned an adult woman's form, his form. And terror struck harder as he saw his own body, now moved by a different consciousness, walk away, hearing his own voice bid him "Have a nice day." Feeling the awkwardness of his now grown body, he muttered, "I don't wanna be a girl. I'm old," his voice unfamiliar, female, and too high pitched. The difference made him cringe. Looking down at his new body shook him more, each part of him feeling alien. He walked anxily to the curbside and sat down, holding the wedges and purse on his lap, the reality sinking in. Grimacing, he managed to strap the wedges on, their girly design making him uncomfortable. He stood, feeling immediate discomfort in his newly acquired body, a difficulty in balancing. Taking the purse and putting it on his shoulder, Jason put on the sunglasses and started to walk cautiously. Each step was a struggle, the heels of the wedges throwing him off balance. He frowned every time he saw his new reflection, the grown-up, feminine version of himself. It was too much to take in. Stumbling, on the verge of breaking down, he whispered in a choked voice, "I'm really gonna miss my mommy the most if I'm stuck as a grownup forever." With each wobbly step, Jason was living the reality that was hard to accept—he was permanently stuck in the body of Doll Eyes.