And now Chapter 5 has come to an end. Short and sweet.

Can you imagine what it must be like to not know anything about yourself but at LEAST think you know your sex, only to look in the mirror and not be sure anymore? Obviously, she can just reach between her legs, but it would be a bit jarring for me if I buzzed my head and found out I looked like I could audition for a boy band.

Arma was pretty willing to become a Guardian, but can she accept her civilian form?

This story is very much about defining one's identity, so with this page we take another big leap in that direction.

Oh, and for people who want to protest the act of her cutting off her mane, don't worry. It grows back... sort of. I will miss the reverse mullet, though.