• Fritz was born to a powerful businessman, Richard, and his politically savvy wife, Elizabeth. It had not been a marriage of love, but of cold respect. As such they only came together present a united front for the public and to clinically produce children. That resulted in three children; Sarah the oldest, Fritz the middle child, and Marta the youngest. There were Sarah was older than Fritz by 27 months while he was older than Marta by 28 months. To the surprise of many who knew her Elizabeth took to her daughters quickly. Sarah and Marta were practically spoiled and given the best education money could buy. She rarely acknowledged Fritz and Richard often forgot that he had children at all. The loneliness of being ignored ate him especially when it was discovered that both his sisters were gifted musically and in art. Fritz had no such talents and was somewhat average. After Marta’s fifth birthday party, which was extravagant and filled with pinks and frills and all things “girly,” Fritz came to a conclusion. His mother loved his sisters because they were girls and ignored him because he was a boy. Maybe if he could turn himself into a girl, she would realize he existed. He stole one of Sarah’s dresses and did his best to make it fit. He got no reactions, bad or good. He was not discouraged. He just wasn’t girly enough. Over the years his mother’s statement such as “Maybe if you were more like Sarah,” and “Why can’t you be like Marta,” only encouraged him to learn how to be the perfect girl. He spent years growing out his hair and learning how to do his hair and makeup. When he hit puberty, Fritz freaked out. How was he supposed to be a girl, to one day impress his mother with hair where it didn’t belong and with manly features. He added waxing and shaving to his lists of self-taught skills. He also became severely anorexic so he could still fit into his sisters’ dresses. He was seventeen when his father figured out who was stealing his daughters’ clothes. His rage at having a “sissy son” was cold, harsh, and unrelenting. Dismayed that being a girl had finally gotten a negative reaction instead of the positive one he had been hoping for and unable to suddenly be the manly man that his father wanted, Fritz jumped of a building. He didn’t expect to open his eyes in the Grayscale World.

• Despite never being able to please his parents Fritz did enjoy learning how to look pretty. Over the years dressing as a girl became less about his mother and more about the fact that he honestly enjoyed how it made him feel. He enjoyed learning to do makeup, nails, and hair. One of his passions was fashion design and he had vague hopes of one day designing dresses for celebrities on the red carpet or at least getting to do their makeup. While at school he had to wear a male uniform, but as long as his hair was up that was fine. He had a gaggle of giggly girlfriends, or rather friends that were girls, that loved it when he did their hair and makeup just for fun or for formal events. Fritz took great pride in helping them look their best and making them feel confident. His happiness memories are when he wound up in an Ulta or Sephora or a similar store with practically no limits. He also enjoyed designing dresses and stitching them together. His favorite class was home economics even though he was a terrible baker. Whenever he was sure he would not be caught Fritz would eavesdrop on his sisters’ music lessons and practice. In is totally not bias opinion the two best sounds in the whole wide world are Sarah on her piano and Marta on her violin. HE could listen to them play all day long. Marta was part of his gaggle of girls. She loved her brother and encouraged his passions even if he wouldn’t tell her why he wanted to borrow his dresses. To be honest he wore them more than she did. She just wished she could get him to eat more and he knew that.