"Okay, okay, I have another question," I said and Gerard looked over at me curiously. "If there were two lesbians and then one transitioned to be a man would they still be lesbians?"

"No because he wouldn't be a girl," Gerard said.

"Do lesbian weddings cost more if they both wear wedding dresses?" I asked.

"I'm sure they do, those could be pretty expensive depending on where they get them," he said.

"I want to wear a wedding dress when we get married," I said. "Or, I mean, if we get married."

I looked at him curiously, hoping that the idea of marriage didn't scare him. I didn't want the idea of us getting married to scare him. I know we haven't been dating for the longest time but we lived together and were getting pretty comfortable together.

"I think you'd be pretty in a wedding dress," he said.

So, no real opinion on his thoughts of us getting married to each other. Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead, I think I'm the one who's jumping the gun.

"Gerard, do lesbian couples have to have one be butch and one be like feminine with flowers and stuff?" I asked.

"Course not," he denied.

"Do lesbians have matching periods?" I asked.

"I don't know, sometimes," he said. "Why are you so interested in lesbians today?"

"I don't know, I've never met a lesbian before," I said. "When they decide to have a baby then will they have sex with a man to get pregnant?"

"Well, I've never seen lesbians do that," he said. "Usually they'll go to, like, a sperm bank or adopt. I've never met any that have had sex with a man just to get pregnant."

"Lesbians are so interesting," I mumbled. "There's two vaginas between them. I wish I had a vagina."

"We're saving up money," he said.

"Will the hormones give me boobs?" I asked. "I'd like boobs."

"Some people develop breasts but not everyone," Gerard said.

"What size?" I asked.

"It's hard to tell exactly," he said. "Some woman just say that it's only A cup but that's not always the same. Some people say a good rule of thumb is to look at the size of a close female relative and then subtract a size."

I frowned as I tried to think.

"That doesn't really help that much because I don't really know my mom's size," I said.

"Don't worry too much about it," he said. "You're beautiful, okay?"

"I want boobies," I said and he snorted.

"You'll get your boobies one day," he said.

I rolled over, sitting upside down on the couch. I watched him work on his computer, a look of concentration on his face.

"What are you working on, Gerard?" I asked.

"Just a little design a company asked me to make for them," he said.

"What's the company?" I asked.

"Just this little up and coming tech company," he said. "They make, like computers and that kind of stuff."

I nodded, looking around.

"If I was a girl but I had girlfriends does that make me a lesbian?" I asked.

"Frankie, how many times do I have to tell you that who you date doesn't actually change your sexuality?" He asked. "Just because I'm dating you it doesn't make me straight."

"Can I be a lesbian if I want to?" I asked.

"I mean, if you want," he said. "But you're into guys too, Frankie. You don't have to keep questioning yourself, you're in a place where you can be happy, truly happy and comfortable. You don't have to be filled with questions or confusion anymore. You can be the bisexual trans girl that you know you are."

"I am a bisexual trans girl," I said. "I like being a bisexual trans girl. I saw on amazon a trans flag blanket and it was a hundred and fifty dollars. A hundred and fifty! For a blanket just because it has three colors on it! I wish I could afford that!"

"You can probably find a cheaper one somewhere," he said. "Or I can even make you one."

"You know how to make blankets?" I asked.

"I'm not the best but yeah I know a bit," he said. "My grandma used to teach me all these things."

"You know what I miss?" I asked. "I miss my prom dress."

"What do you mean you miss it?" He asked. "What happened to it?"

"I-I got angry," I mumbled. "I was angry and upset and had, like, closeted rage and I ripped it up and threw it away."

"We'll buy you a new one," he said.

"They don't sell it anymore," I mumbled.

"Well, you can pick out a new dress then," he said. "I bet you'd look stunning in it."

"What would I even wear it for?" I asked. "It's not like I go anywhere fancy."

"Just to wear around the house and be a total badass," he said.

I sighed and Gerard called me over to sit on his lap. He was looking up fancy dresses and I bit my lip.

"These are all pretty," I mumbled. "But...none of them are speaking to me. My prom dress spoke to me. Quite literally too. Maybe I was delusional but I could actually hear it speaking to me."

"Well, you don't have to get one right now or anything," he said. "Just wait and see if you find one you like."

I nodded and Gerard gave me a kiss, closing out of the tab. I saw the design he was working on and smiled.

"It looks nice," I said.

"It's still a work in progress, I promise it will look nicer," he said.

"You're good at this," I said. "If it were me then it would just be, like, the company name in times new roman font or something."

Gerard chuckled and I moved off his lap, going back to lay on the couch.

"Frankie, can you please get me a beer from the fridge?" He asked.

I nodded, going over to get him a bottle of beer.

"You took your pills, right?" He asked.

I nodded and he smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Go grab a shower," he said. "Maybe tonight I can take you out for dinner."

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I-I don't know if I'm comfortable enough yet to be so open in public. I love you, I do. But...after what happened in the streets I don't know if I can be so open like that again, at least not until I get a little bit more comfortable  with myself first because it's still scary to go out in public and wonder if someone is going to hate me and want me dead or not."

"Frankie, you don't have to be scared," he said softly, holding both my hands.

"I know but I just am," I whimpered, my eyes watering. "I-it's scary. People just don't like me and...I've never experienced what I did on that street before. Of course I was always teased for being feminine or there was just that scare of being chased from the prom or being called names but I've never just been straight up beaten before. I-I've never been beaten just for holding hands with a man and wearing a skirt. I've never felt worse before."

"It's okay, Baby," he said softly, caressing my cheek. "We don't have to go out if you're not comfortable with it. Let me make you dinner here, we can have an in-home dinner date. It'll be nicer on the wallet, too."

"That sounds nice," I agreed. "And can we get dressed a little fancy for it too? Like we're really at a nice restaurant?"

"Of course we can," he said.  "Go grab a shower. What do you want me to make for dinner?"

"It has to be a surprise," I said.

"Alright then, surprise dinner date," he agreed.

I gave him a kiss before heading to the bathroom. I took a quick shower before I sat down at my vanity, giggling happily. I made sure my makeup was perfect, taking forever just to blend and make sure my eyeliner wing was perfect. I got a tight black dress that ended just above my knees, wearing a black lace thong under it with a matching bra. I brushed out my hair and dried it, looking at myself nervously in the mirror.

"Wow," Gerard muttered when I walked out.

He was dressed in a pair of black slacks with a black button up and a black tie.

"God, Babygirl, you're so beautiful," he said.

I blushed, looking down shyly.

"Come on, beautiful," he said.

Gerard took my hand and lead me to the kitchen where the table was set with two plates of food and with a candle lit between them. He pulled out the chair for me and tucked it in when I sat  down.

"This is pasta with walnut pesto and peas," he said.

"It smells amazing," I said.

I picked up my fork, taking a small bite of the bowtie pasta.

"Wow, this is really good," I muttered. "You should cook more often."

"I really should, I'm honestly just lazy," he said. "Cooking is such a long process."

"If you weren't a designer then you could be a cook," I said.

"I'd rather have a job where I can work from home more often and cuddle with you all day," he said.

I smiled, pushing my food around as I ate.

"You know, I mentioned marriage earlier," I mumbled.

"Yeah, you did," he said.

"What do you think of us and possibly getting married one day in the future?" I asked. "I'm not saying we are or anything. I'm definitely not rushing anything."

"It's a very valid conversation," he said.

"Well, I mean, wh-what do you think on the topic?" I asked.

"Frankie, I think that I would like to marry you one day," he said. "It's obviously a little soon but we've been together for a little while now so it's kind of a valid option."

I nodded, hating how awkward it has gotten and how tense we both were from the sudden change in topic.

"I love you," I said, hoping to relieve the tension.

"I love you too, Babygirl," he said, smiling softly. "I love you so much."

"Do you want kids?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Maybe one day we can adopt some adorable little babies after we get married."

I smiled from the sudden sureness in his voice that we would get married. And the smile on his face made me want to just go over there and kiss him. I decided to do just that, pushing my plate away so I could move over there to kiss him roughly, sitting on his lap. Gerard smiled, picking me up and carrying me back to the bedroom.