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Lev is sitting at a coffeeshop, eating a cookie, studying electrical engineering, and absently contemplating suicide in the manner of someone who is not actually going to kill himself but is not quite ready to give up all hope.
He sips at his iced tea. It's weird. It tastes a little fruitier than usual. Maybe they're trying a new recipe? It's good, though, and it doesn't take long before he finishes it.
"Mostly I just wanted to see if you'd go all soft and smiley when I said it. And you did."
Snuggle.
"...I've thought about going to Thailand. They have surgeons there who'll give a vaginoplasty to anyone with the money. But. I didn't want to give up on getting a girlfriend ever."
"There are girls who'd like that. — I do mean me but I don't just mean me, I mean it when I say girls plural."
"Are you sure? It might be just you. I've never met anyone else like you."
"Super sure. I haven't talked to Gwen in a while but if her first response weren't 'oh cool how do you feel about getting fucked with a strap on shaped like a tentacle' I would eat a hat."
"So we'll find you a girlfriend who likes people with vaginas and has zero investment in weirdly shaped strap ons. Somewhere in this whole wide world there must be one. Or somewhere in this room, if you don't feel like being ambitious."
"....I'm not sure I think it is creepy but obviously im not going to drag you into doing fetish things, that would be awful."
"But. You can call me a girl in private. If you want to. You don't have to, it's just. You seemed to like it? And you can. If you want to. It'll just kind of make me want to have sex with you a lot."
"I still don't have that much sex drive but you make the best faces when I do it so I'm probably not going to stop."
"I can jerk off. --I used to think I didn't have much of a sex drive but uh. You're really pretty."
Snuggles. Best girlfriend.
Maybe they should try to finish Howl's Moving Castle.
Then she may watch it squirmily but she will still watch the movie!
The next few days are the best days of Leia's life.
Every time Sasha calls her "Leia" or "my girlfriend" she feels a frisson of happiness (and also, unfortunately, a frisson of other things). Leia very cautiously tries putting on panties and a dress, and wearing it around the apartment; when Sasha smiles, she wears it more confidently. (She is not yet confident enough in her feminine wardrobe to try matching things.) She wears underwear outside when she's on a date with Sasha and feels such a thrill that Sasha knows and she knows and no one else does. She asks Sasha to put on her makeup for her, and it is just about the hottest thing that has ever happened to her; when they have sex, she keeps thinking about it, the feel of a foundation brush against her skin, the way Sasha's face looked when she was putting on Leia's lipstick.
Leia feels so privileged about everything she gets to do with Sasha. She gets to have Sasha cook her breakfast. She gets to give Sasha presents, when she wants them (Leia doesn't exactly have much money, but Sasha is really excited by new shoes and a rolling suitcase, so it works out). She gets to hold Sasha. She gets to take Sasha to the library or the museum and look at her face while she talks about art. She gets to watch Sasha sleep and stroke her hair.
The next few days are so, so good.
Sasha has a shift on Wednesday and she kisses Leia on her way out the door and gushes about Leia (calls her Lev, of course) to her coworker, who smiles and looks genuinely happy and not bored and Sasha has never been more thrilled to make work-break small talk in her life, and then she gets to come home to her Leia and cuddle her and kiss her and watch her face light up.
They go to the library and the museum and Leia likes hearing Sasha talk, likes hearing Sasha's rambling; Sasha gets to put makeup on Leia and watch the way it makes her glow with joy; they go on dates and Sasha gets to know that she's the only one who knows what's under Leia's clothes.
It's so good. It's so, so good.
Did you know that if you wear a dress you can TWIRL?
This fact has not actually gotten any less exciting since Leia discovered it.
She did know that!
Leia is gorgeous when she's twirling, gorgeous when she's happy.
Leia eventually stops twirling, crawls into bed next to Sasha, and kisses her.
"It's so weird to think it's been less than a week."
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