May believes she wants to become an elderly woman

Opening her eyes, May let out a sigh.

While not completely certain what her mother had done, she felt... off. Staring down at her body, a feeling of dysphoria echoed forth. Not in the form of her gender, rather her age.

"Where's a mirror when I need one?" the coordinator thought as she gazed about the room. While clearly hers, it now felt wrong. Made it all the easier to find the mirror.

Making her way over, May took care to keep her steps short. Wouldn't want to accidentally break her hip walking too fast for one reason or another.

Once she got there, the coordinator took a moment to stare at her reflection. For all the time that she had spent admiring herself in one form or another, she couldn't help but gawk at the sight of her smooth skin. The clothes too. What was she trying to be? Some kind of trendy teen? No, her true style was that of someone in their elderly years. Yes, like Carol.

"I need a new name for myself." she thought, trying her hardest to dig deep in order to find one. Eventually, one came to her - Mabelle. Yes, that was perfect.

Though that brought with it a new thought. Should she tell her mother and grandmother about this?