currently extracting Juice from thinking about my final fantasy character having heartfelt conversations with the people close to her about her identity, about the conflicts in her sense of self, receiving love and support in her Species Transition Decision
waking up to suddenly find the lights just a bit too bright, the sounds a little too loud, clumsily tumbling out of bed on limbs now longer than they were the night before, the new sensation of fur where once was scale and bare skin. drawing the drapes to darken the room so she can get a good look in the mirror, and feeling an overwhelming blend of excitement and trepidation, joy and hesitance. not recognizing the woman in the mirror and not knowing whether to be exhilarated or terrified, but ultimately grounded in the knowledge that this is still her, that this is the body she has chosen to reach out and grasp
opening the dresser to find her clothes no longer fit and she has to do some on-the-fly tailoring to get an outfit together (lv90 wvr tho so it's fine). the lauded savior of etheirys awkwardly stumbling out of her room at the Quicksand and looking around sheepishly, suddenly a stranger to everyone in the crowds around her. but ultimately those who know her well (or have player nameplates turned on) are soon able to recognize it's her and continue to accept and love her as she walks into this new era of her own life
i'm doing blorbo shit to my video game character within my mind palace and you cannot stop me