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Whether it was real or not no longer mattered. Looking back on that unbreakable wall, the girl he could never catch, and his own will to overcome fear, he understood with clarity: from now on, nothing would ever make him abandon a choice he had made.

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After that, he never dared to use his mother's makeup again. He forced that desire deep into a dark abyss within himself.

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Watching the ponytail girl's side profile, he knew ¡X she was him. He kept pretending to walk backwards. She drew closer and closer. Her breath, her warmth ¡X they matched his. Finally, their bodies overlapped and merged into one. In that moment, he felt the missing piece ¡X the piece he had lost long ago ¡X finally return.

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The fog dissipated. His heart felt clear and open. Returning to the normal world, he made a decision: to be true to himself. He would save up for the surgery to transform his body into one like the ponytail girl's.

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In his son's first year of secondary school, the school held a sports meet. He went to cheer him on. Watching his son run ¡X the figure, the arm swing, the stride ¡X he was shocked. It was nearly identical to the ponytail girl's, but in a younger version.

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He understood now: his son also harboured a hidden self that no one else could see. He decided to pay closer attention ¡X to guide his son in exploring and understanding his true self, and to support every decision he made.

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