"Pretty young," Jules answers, expression thoughtful and earnest when she glances over at him. "At first, I didn't... know-know. I just knew I hated my body — like, everything about it — and that it never really felt like mine. I knew the things I liked, and the places I felt like I fit, weren't the expected ones. And I was... really, really unhappy."

If anything, she thinks that's an understatement, but she figures that's not a part of the story she needs to get into. He didn't ask about her mental health history, even if the two are pretty entwined.

"So I guess there wasn't, like, one lightbulb moment or anything. But I'd figured it out by the time I was in middle school, and then I actually started transitioning when I was thirteen." Just the fact of that, she knows, makes her really fortunate. "And now, ta-da."