1 part Complete Being a cross-dresser had its flaws, Yuki would know. There were many times when he was confused as a girl, and many more as a girlfriend, which did become frustrating at times. He'd always become anxious whenever the cross-dressing was brought up between strangers. Most of them understood, but he could still remember those disgusted faces when he told them, and the insults that came after. They hurt him, deep. But he's been telling himself that he was old enough to take on those insults, and that it made him weak to cry in front of strangers he didn't know. Or worse, people he did know.