28 - Trans - 22 Months Hrt - Just Your Average... Today

Maya leaned in, tracing the softened line of her jaw. Twenty-two months of hormones had done more than just shift the fat on her face or make her skin feel like silk; they had quieted the static that used to play in the back of her mind like a radio station stuck between frequencies.

She sat by the window, watching the city wake up. A few years ago, twenty-eight felt like a finish line she wouldn't reach. She’d spent so much of her twenties waiting for her life to start, convinced that "average" was a luxury reserved for everyone else. 28 - Trans - 22 Months Hrt - Just your average...

She grabbed her keys and headed to the local coffee shop. The barista, a kid who couldn't be older than nineteen, didn't look up from the espresso machine. "What can I get you, ma'am?" Maya leaned in, tracing the softened line of her jaw