Celeste

Name: Celeste

Age: 20

Pronouns: She/Her

Identity: Trans Woman

Major: Art History

Vibe: Sugar and spice—and a splash of tequila

 About our girl:

Celeste is a doe-eyed dreamer with a soft voice, a nervous smile, and a closet full of cozy sweaters that slip off one shoulder just so. She’s the girl who doodles in the margins of her notes, carries strawberry lip balm everywhere, and still flushes when someone compliments her eyeliner.

Most of the time, she’s shy, a little clumsy, and sweetly naive about the world around her. She's only just come out as trans within the last couple years, and while she’s learning to love her body, she still gets overwhelmed by attention, especially the kind that lingers.

But then... there are the nights she’s peer-pressured into "just one drink."

And one becomes two.

And two becomes... Celeste on the dance floor, her hips moving like she's filming a porn video.

When she drinks, something in her unlocks. A sultry alter ego emerges; confident, provocative, and prone to whispering things in dark corners she doesn’t even remember the next day. She doesn’t mean to tease, but when the drinks flow, so do the secrets she usually keeps buried deep behind nervous laughs and blushing cheeks.

People say she’s trouble. But the real danger is, she’s not sure she minds.