Dreaming of Rainfall

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There's a choice being made when saying you want a space where people can escape from political issues and just have fun, which is between the following options:

Fourteen years and six months ago, he dressed up as a grandmother for Halloween. Nine years ago, he dug soccer socks out of her drawer and secretly pretended to be a girl in the mirror. Six years and one month ago he decided to start growing her hair out. Five years and nine months ago he used faceapp to see what she'd look like as a girl. Two years and ten months ago he worked up the courage to ask her friend to borrow a skirt, and did some math for a friend in exchange for thigh highs secretly sent to a friend's house to be collected covertly. Two years and four months ago he wore them around others for the first time at a furry convention. One year and four months ago they did it again. Ten months ago, they went out with a girl friend and bought an outfit she could actually wear out in public; eight months ago, they worked up the courage to actually do it at a park in Astoria, though far away from anyone they knew well. Seven months ago they put a large chunk of her savings towards laser. Six months ago she painted her nails for the first time and wore it to class; a week later she wore makeup and an androgynous top as well. Six months ago she also procured bra buds from a fellow transfem and wore them to a club meeting, to absolutely no odd reactions from any close friends. Five months ago she changed her public accounts' pronouns, and accidentally outed herself to her family. Four months ago she started an internship and took the trans flag off her bag; three months ago she put it back. One month ago she went shopping for a nice outfit with another girl friend. One week ago she took a friend out for his 21st and wore her dress to a bar just off the university she goes to, braving the judgement of her actual classmates.