Be honest, how many times have you wished you could completely reinvent yourself? How many times have you dreamt up scenarios and lives for yourself as you lay in bed staring at your ceiling. Now, real talk, how many of you have actually done anything to get closer to those imaginary lives you created for yourself? Well, this is my story of how I changed my shitty life to one of...less shit quality. I took those nighttime fantasies and made them real. I went from introverted mess to baddest bitch and there was no one who could stop me....Except for maybe one person.  Foreword"You," I said with slight distaste, my lip curling up."Me," he replied."You still go here," I said, more a statement than a question."And you came back," he said in response."I was...busy." I shrugged, watching him with cautious eyes, unmoving."Changed a lot." He jerked his chin towards me as if to address the entirety of my change."And you havent," I shot back."I hardly recognized you," he added."Yeah, that was the point. How did you recognize me?" I inquired, still frozen to the spot."We grew up together. Id recognize you if you decided to crossdress." He shrugged as if it were nothing."Been a long time, Daehyun,"