"Why would I need estrogen, I'm already a girl."

"— okay, is this the kind of 'actually I'm a girl' where you want boobs you don't have and you want me to call you she, or the kind where you have boobs you don't want and you definitely do not want me to do that." 

"The second kind. --If he can get me a more reliable supply of testosterone that would be great."

"Cool. I will talk to him about getting you a more reliable supply of testosterone." He kisses Chris again, mostly because he can. 

"So you can if you want but I have-- gross parts."

"...I mean, tongues are objectively kind of gross, that doesn't mean I don't like kissing you." 

"...All right."

"....you don't look like you like that idea." 

He methodically strips off his clothes. His chest and back and stomach are covered with scales, but they fade out to skin around his hips. He's somewhat hairier than most girls, not quite as hairy as most men; he has two small, well-formed breasts and a vulva.

"— you still do not look like you want to be doing this!" 

"--once you start touching me it'll stop hurting."

"I'm going to go get you clean clothes." 

"Great, I got the orgasm denial fetishist."

"...okay I am in fact that but mostly you look miserable. I'll be back." 

He puts his clothes back on and goes. 

He wraps the legs of his pants around his throat so it cuts off his air and puts his hand between his legs and comes.

He comes back with a shirt that'll be a little bit too big for Chris and a pair of sweatpants that should fit fine and underwear, drops them on the bed. "You okay?" 

"Better."

He puts on his old sports bra and the clothes Sasha brings. 

"Good." He sits down crosslegged on the bed. 

Chris kisses him.

That's much better. Sasha kisses him back. 

"I like getting fucked," he says, "I just have to-- get fucked hard enough that I'm not thinking about what my body looks like."

"Makes sense. — I don't know if I can do it, though, and I don't actually want to sleep with people who look like they're miserable about it, it's depressing." This is not the real reason but it's one that he's pretty sure Chris will accept. 

"I can still blow you whenever you want."

"Good." Another kiss, and another. 

Is it time for Chris to get the shit beat out of him?

Chris thinks it is time for Chris to get the shit beat out of him.