Laurel sits crosslegged in-between Benny’s legs. She had been stripped down to nothing but her white panties and matching white bra. Benny has his chin resting on her left shoulder while they both watch Whit weave together a crown out of his imaginary laurel leaves.

Benny’s apartment has a sad and empty feel to it. There’s no furniture or tv in the living room just a few sturdy cardboard boxes that are being used as makeshift tables, one had been proven sturdy enough to be graced with a lamp, and a pile of blankets, afghans, comforters, and pillows that had been amassed from secondhand shops and garage sells. Benny’s bedroom is equally bare and depressing with just a mattress on the ground and a small hamper for his dirty clothes, his clean clothes live in a large duffle bag and his work uniform hangs pristine in his closet. Benny has been calling this small apartment his home for two and a half years, coincidentally that’s also when his parents disowned him.

Whit beams ecstatically and holds his crown victorious, “Done!”

Laurel sighs. “Is that so?”

Whit nods his head excitedly, “Okay, give me your head.”

She rolls her eyes, but leans forward obediently. Whit gently rests the flowerless crown on top of her rich, red hair. Laurel adjusts it accordingly as she leans back up.

“How’s it look?”

“Ah, you look like a proper goddess now.”

She stares blandly at his earnestness and then turns to Benny, “What do you think?”

“I think you look beautiful.” He smiles like the cute little boy that he is which makes her heart throb with a sudden abundance of love. Then it passes and she collapses back against his chest.

“Do you know what I really want?”

““…””

“A nice pair of breasts to grope. I’m sick of your guys’s flat chests.”

Whit frowns and looks down at himself…

Benny laughs a little and kisses her neck, “Why don’t you try dating one of the lesbians at school?”

Laurel scowls, “Because they’re all butch and ugly. And I seriously don’t get it! Why even call yourself a female if you’re just going to dress yourself up like a guy?”

“Pfft, jesus Laurel! You can’t just say shit like that.” Benny tries to sound at least a little bit offended for the girls, but is laughing too hard for it.

“Why not?” Miffed Laurel asks, “It’s not like there’s anything wrong with trans. I’m asking a serious question.”

“I know!” Whit shouts excitedly, “I’ll just get some fake breasts! I think I’d look cute as a girl.”

Laurel face palms hard.