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Rachel looked at herself in the mirror, she hated who she saw, her long hair, her feminine hips. This wasn’t her. It couldn't possibly be her.
She saw some scissors on the table next to her. She couldn't. What would her brothers think?
She couldn't care less, she'd rather be treated like shit than feel like this.Before she knew it the first strand of hair hit the floor. With several more following.
She looked back up and her hair was short. She looked like Adam. She could cry at the sight, this is it. This is who she was.
Oh god what did she just do? Her parents couldn't see her like this. Her brothers would have questions and she wouldn't have answers. What was she gonna do?
Who even was she?