"I – thank you, but I'm not sure I can take too much credit for that."

Anthony decides to step forward and hug her. "I think you can take quite a lot of credit for it."

"Aaaawwwwww," she grins.

Charys pulls away after a moment and coughs, possibly to skip over some embarrassment. "– Anyway, sorry about that. I'm Charys."

"And Anthony has told you my name." There's a honk, and she looks—" That will be my father," she sighs. "I'll text you, 'kay?" she tells Anthony.

Nod. "Do you need help with your stuff? I can go do mine quickly."

"Nah, I'm cool, it's already out—bye! Nice to meet you, Anthony's mom!"

Off she goes.

So Anthony goes to fetch his stuff and put it in the car – and then summer camp is over.

Kinda sad, really.

Later she texts him:

I'm home. My father's annoyed with me because I'm a girl today but I may start just crossdressing to convince him all's fine.

Eugh. No problems with the fact – camp didn't particularly quieten you?

He'd call shenanigans if I arrived and was suddenly straight and cis. Should be a gradual process.

I mean, there are ways to be quieter without straight away being straight and cis.

Define 'quieter.'

Ok, amend my previous message to 'I assume there are ways to be'.

I don't know how you usually act around him so I guess I don't know what would seem more… docile?

He doesn't care if I'm rebellious just if I put my penis in vaginas and only in vaginas.

Some people are really weird.

And yet that seems to be a pretty common opinion!

I don't get it.

Well, I kinda do, but then it just gets into other things I don't get.

Like?

My mom didn't raise me to be very religious.

And you don't get it?

It doesn't seem like the sort of thing you'd just spring into believing. It seems like it would need to be a tradition or something for a while first.

Pretty much, yes.

Weird.

You're using that word in a weird way!