A short story with some thoughts on changing names. Lindsey is on the process of transitioning and was recently asked if she would be changing her name. The thing is, she hadn't considered that possibility until posed with the question. Cue a ton of overthinking and anxiety. Thankfully, her partner James is there to lovingly and patiently help her sort through the mess. Excrept: "Lindsey," the woman in front of me said, "Your life, your feelings, your thoughts, do not need to be like everyone else's. You are your own person, and there's nothing wrong with that. Do not think you have to change your name. Just consider it as a type of healthy self-examination. Something to get to know yourself better and nothing else." I didn't think there was anything healthy in the way I had been thinking about her question, though. Sequel to a short story I posted on my old wattpad account: https://www.wattpad.com/story/9027898-beautiful Crossposted on ao3 under my username: EnbyCalicoCat The image on the cover is not mine, I found it on google. DO NOT REPOST ASK ME ABOUT TRANSLATIONS FIRST