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A long day, and a hot shower. Then the part he hated most: facing the mirror. He took a cautious step out of the shower, trying to avoid the mirror, but something caught his eye. Something was different. He froze, and he cried.
His chest was flat, and something else. Everything was like it should be, like it was meant to be. It was like he was looking in the mirror for the very first time, and he could stop looking.
The tears just kept streaming down his face as he fought for words. How? But really the how didn’t matter. He was him. He was Jack. He was really Jack.