They take a breath before finally lifting their gaze to the mirror. The apprehension on their face is the first thing they notice, hands smoothing over the smooth material of their binder as they finally take in their appearance with it.
The breath gets knocked out of them as they actually take in the way they look, ears perking as their eyes go wide. Something bright and giddy bursts in the back of their head and makes their tail flick behind them happily, like something they didn't even realize was disconnected suddenly clicked into place in their mind.
Tears spring to their eyes as something overwhelmingly happy washes over them, a soft sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob bubbling past their lips as they take in their reflection. For the first time in their life, Sariah felt right, like their body was truly, actually their own. Not Rick's, not their clients', but theirs. Wholly, fully theirs.
They wonder for a moment, as they take in their appearance staring back at them, if this is what joy felt like. True, unadulterated joy. they felt right. for the first time in their life, Sariah felt right.
