When I was a small girl, I imagined that my perfect “other”, my doppelganger perfect friend, lived in my house. I could speak to him, play with him, but never see him. As I grew older, he became the perfect father, the perfect boyfriend. As I entered puberty, I began to fear that I would never meet him and if I did, how that would change my life. This is a story about that transitional period in childhood when gender moves from a reflection of self to the “other”. It is also a reflection of that childhood, a place in time fixed in snapshots of memory: a meld of images from family albums to moments half-remembered, half-constructed.This work was done in gum bichromate photograph on watercolor paper.