This story looths of a young boy, Casca Vaslie Loveridge. who felt, had no right to be in the body that was so called his, there was a sense of bitterness and egde everytime he opened his eyes, leaving him to feel suppressed and anxious about what awaits him outside each morning, but it wasn't just fear, even after the change of himself as a whole into a woman, there was still a strain of struggle that taunted him each day, his foster family that was supposed to be of support was no longer what they meant to be, a family of united love and care were all just white lies told in a silly tale, this story brings to light of what Casca strives to deal with, breaking points here and there, moments of unsureness and climax. . .but. .overall, she does end up blooming harder than you can imagine, further, than a wallflower.
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