The Crimson Mark, Reborn to Become Me

I suffer from gender identity disorder. Only my sister never looked down on me — she even started calling me her brother.

So I spoiled her like a princess.

Until the day before the SATs, in front of her many admirers, she cried and falsely accused me of sexually assaulting her.

I was tortured to death while she celebrated having one less competitor for the college entrance.

When I opened my eyes again, my sister was crying as she cut up my dress.

She hugged me and said she would always stand by my side.

"If you kick her out of the house, I'm leaving with her!"