Identity Crisis
By Narkness


PREFACE


Bella could not regret her decision now. The girl who had once stared back at her in the mirror was no longer there, instead a complete stranger stared back. Her brown hair, once long and flowing, was short and choppy. The little make-up she had once adorned had been harshly scrubbed from her face. A highly-effeminate teenage boy stared back at her.

She had made her choice.

Bella would run.