Knee length, sleeveless cocktail dress, blood red, adorned with diamantes, plunging neckline, with silver shrug and matching sandals, hair cascading to her shoulders in perfect salon styled ringlets.

Jasmine had to look in her wardrobe full length mirror a few times to take it all in.

"You look stunning, hun."

Monica her dad's current floozy simpered as she squeezed her shoulders reassuringly.

"Really?"

Jasmine still couldn't believe it, despite all the evidence to suggest she actually looked okay, seeing herself dressed up, in a dress no less was strange to say the least.

"You'll turn a few heads at this dance of yours."

Monica assured her.

"For the right reasons too. Her dad interjected as he appeared as if from thin air. You look absolutely amazing Jas. He gushed as he engulfed her in his arms, tears welling. Just like your mother."

"Don't, dad. You'll smudge my makeup."

"Exactly like your mum."

Carl quipped.

"Right. Jasmine took two deep breaths. I think I'm ready."

"Not just yet. Let me get the camera."

"Dad. No. RING RING RING RING RING RING. Hello. Seth, how are you? Yes I am leaving in about five minutes. Thank you. Wait…how do you…?"

"Oh yeah. There is something I forgot."

Carl tried to sound slightly enthusiastic.

"Seth!"

Jasmine screamed and dropped the phone to the floor as she ran and jumped on her twin brother.

"Get off. He managed to mumble as she squeezed the breath out of him. Jas you look amazing. How are you?"

"Great now. I have missed you so much. How is everyone? Mitzee, the old gang, Riyle B-"

"Bart is…actually why don't you ask him yourself?"

Jasmine turned towards the bedroom door, where her brother was staring to find one Bart McQueen transfixed and smiling like a loon, wearing what appeared to be a very expensive tux.

"J…Jasmine? It's rea- You look amazing."

"Bart? Her mind was in overdrive. Although she had been waiting for this moment since she had told him she was leaving, she had never expected it to arrive. She had said her goodbyes and told him she was breaking all contact with her old life. For all he knew she had started her treatment and was living full-time as Jason. What are you doing here? How did yo- Seth I swear I am never telling you anything ever again."

"I ended it with Sinead."

Of all the things he had been rehearsing on the plane that suddenly seemed the most important.

"What am I meant to say to that? The anger Jasmine didn't realise she had been supressing suddenly erupted. How could he be doing this to her again? I loved you and you told me you loved me too, or don't you remember that?"

"Of course I do. I never stopped loving you. But you were the one who messed things up."

"What?"

It took all of the self-control she could muster in that moment to not slap him across the face.

"You kissed me and then told me you were a boy. How was I meant to turn my feelings off that fast?"

"I think you managed it okay."

She drawled sarcastically.

"I didn't. Are you listening to me? I never stopped loving you. No one ever came close to you, not Maddie or Sinead. Even as Jason I loved you more than them. It's just taken me this long to work that out, but I don't want to…I can't lose you again."

"You had your chance Bart. In fact I gave you countless chances, but you still chose her."

"That was your idea. You made me go to London."

"I wanted you to be happy. If you didn't want me I figured you could at least have normal with her."

"It was never about feeling normal! Bart sank onto her bed, his head buried in his hands. It was just so difficult."

"So you took the easy way out instead?"

"Easy? You think any of this has been easy for me, or for any of us? You have changed your mind once, are you going to again?"

"No. I wanted to be Jason, you know I did, but the treatment and then the surgery…It's expensive and the waiting lists are unbelievable. I couldn't go through with it."

"So that was it? After everything you put us through you decided it was too difficult?"

He was hoping she would catch on to the irony of his words.

"No, it's not that simple. I haven't changed my mind completely, a part of me will always be male, but after a year of intense therapy I am beginning to feel okay and accepting of the body I have. You have no idea how stupid I feel in this dress, but I am sticking out because I am going to my first university dance and I want to feel normal."

"And you couldn't have worked this out before, or wasn't I worth it?"

"You know how much you mean to me. I just wasn't comfortable in my body. I had no confidence and you…you were the most popular guy in college. Why would you have wanted to go out with someone like me?"

"Is that what you thought? Jasmine all the girls were jealous of you, all the guys wanted to be with you and I was the lucky one, because despite everything you chose me."

"Bart I would choose you any day."…