“Ah…?” Yvette squinted, trying to piece together what she found so familiar about the woman before her. “You wouldn’t be the first, uh, grey individual I have had the pleasure of meeting. What a wonderful coincidence that is!” It seems she hasn’t caught on.

“Oh well. I almost would’ve asked who your estrogen supplier is, but alas.” Yvette rests against the wall again with a laugh, finishing off the joint and stamping it out into the concrete.

“Permanent is definitely a more fitting option in my case...” She looked down at herself with a slight sense of dissatisfaction, but shook the feeling away quickly to give Diana a reassuring smile. “No pressure, but really — I thank you for wanting to help. Just let me know.”

She nods in understanding, yet can’t help but chuckle at the matter a bit. “It sounds like drug dealing for HRT. Hah… early bird gets the worm, as they say. Guess I’ll be sprouting some wings.”