Trans Lucy is a horrible meme

>Standing in front of the mirror, Lars couldn't help but sigh.
>The person he saw wasn't him.
>It was someone entirely separate.
>They didn't look like the miserable person trying to see their own reflection.
>No, they were far too happy.
>Far more beautiful, too.
>The flowing locks of ebon hair, the pretty dress, and the striped socks on them painted a picture of a girl that he'd really like to meet.
>A girl that he'd really like to be.
>Then, the reflection stops smiling.
>Lars stopped smiling.
>That's right.
>The one gazing into the mirror wasn't a girl, but a boy.
>A sad, sick little boy named Lars.
>A boy envious of not being like his sister.
>Depressed that he wasn't a girl.
>Lars quickly snatched the wig off of his head, revealing his natural, short hair.
>Then he saw the truth.
>He was just a stupid boy playing dress-up.
“Sigh. I don't know why I keep coming here and doing this to myself.”
>Lars began to walk away from the mirror, to head back to his room and stash his secret clothes.
>He didn't even bother to take them off in the attic, not when he was home alone with Loki.
>Especially since Loki was alone with Bebe.
>The chance of him getting noticed was nonexistent with them fooling around down there.
>As Lars reached the door, he hesitated.
>Something stopped him from going back down.
>He didn't know why he couldn't bring himself to open his escape route.
>That's when the silence he had was broken.
>”Where are you going?”
>Lars froze.
>He didn't say that.
>And he was the only one up there.
>”Don't go. Come back. Please.”
>Lars looked behind him, and saw that there really was no one there.
>But there was a voice.
>It beckoned him.
>Alarms started going off in his head, but he ignored them.
>He couldn't leave the matter be.
>Whatever was calling out to him needed to be found.

>He soon found his way back to the mirror, where the voice had been seemingly calling out from.
>Then, as he finally reached the mirror, the voice stopped.
>He was sure that the voice was coming from around there.
>There was no way it wasn't.
>Looking around the mirror, he tried to see if there was anyone hiding behind any of the boxes near it.
>He even flipped the mirror up, trying to see if anyone was behind it.
>There wasn't anyone there.
>Lars shook his head, chastising himself for indulging the nonsense.
>He then flipped the mirror back down.
>But what he saw startled him.
>Lars blinked in disbelief.
>It was the reflection of himself in his get-up.
>But there was no way it was his reflection.
>The hair was way too long.
>Feeling at his scalp, he knew there was no wig on.
>But the mirror begged to differ.
>”Hello, Lars.”
>The reflection just...talked to him.
>Lars let out a small yelp as he realized the reflection actually spoke to him.
>”Don't be afraid, Lars. I'm here to help you.”
>As Lars' heartbeat calmed, he summoned a bit of courage and responded to the mirror.
“You're here to help me?”
>”Yes. I know that you're hurting. I'm here to fix that.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
>”You're living a lie, Lars. You're not a boy. Boys don't wear dresses and have long hair.”
>Lars took another step back as the reflection pressed its hand to the mirror.
>”But girls do. Girls do all of that and more. That's why you do what you come here for. You want to be the real you, Lars. The you that no one else wants to accept is real.”
>Lars gasped in surprise as the girl in the mirror started to come out of the glass.
>He couldn't believe his eyes.
>None of that could be real.
>He refused to accept what was happening.
>But all of his refusal amounted to nothing as he saw the girl standing before him.
>”Let me help you make all of that real.”

>His body started to move of its own accord, readjusting his wig.
>It sat neatly on his head, making him look just like the girl smiling at him.
>”There. Isn't that better? You're so much cuter without short hair.”
>Lars blankly stared at his empty hand, wondering what had just happened.
>”Why don't you take a look for yourself?”
>The girl took his hand and led him back to the mirror, forcing him to look at his reflection again.
>”See? We look exactly the same now. Isn't that what you want?”
“What I want?”
>”Yes. You want to be the girl you were always meant to be, right?”
>Lars felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the image of the girl standing next to him.
>She was completely right; they did look the same.
>”We're almost done making you all better, Lars. But, there's still something you need to do.”
>Lars looked to the girl next to him, and blushed as he saw her lift up her skirt.
>There wasn't even the slightest hint of a bulge; just complete smoothness.
>”If you really are a girl, you need to look just like this.”
>The girl took his dress and lifted it up, exposing his underwear before pulling it down.
>”We just need to get rid of that, and everything will be fine. You'll really be a girl.”
>Lars watched in shock as the girl walked towards a box near the mirror and pulled out a knife.
>She then placed the knife in his open hand and closed it.
>Slowly, she moved his hand until the cold blade was below his penis.
>”One quick cut, and all of your problems will be gone.”
>Lars trembled as the knife began to shake in his hand.
>Then the girl leaned in close to him, her lips next to his ear.
>”Let me be real, Lars. Let us be real.”
>His hand steadied as she pulled his member taut.
>”Let us be Lucy.”
>Without anymore hesitation, he sliced it off.
>Even though the pain was immense, he smiled.
>He was no longer Lars, but who he was supposed to be.
>She was finally Lucy.