Cynthia Dion: 

"What on earth?" I rubbed my hand over my mark and grumbled under my breath.

I thought my cardigan might have stained it because it looked somewhat purplish, but it wouldn't come off. It was as if instead of getting better, It kept getting worse and paining a lot. Of course, it was infected since I hadn't transitioned, and now I was marked.

I left the bathroom and went to Flora's room, where she was waiting with some snacks and drinks.

"Flora, thank ...