You, Elliot and Jules were hanging out at Elliot's house. The three of you were passing around a blunt, Jules leaning against him with her head rested on his shoulder, while you had your head on his lap.

Elliot puffed out a cloud of smoke, looking at the two of you as Jules stood up, looking at herself in the mirror propped up on the wall in Elliot's room.

"I look like a fucking man." Jules says with a laugh, pulling at her face and looking up close into the mirror to see if any stuble was making it's way through her chin.

"Jules, stop. No you don't." You say, passing her the blunt. "No it's like, I just feel so fucking ugly, you know? Like, I feel like you can tell I'm not actually a girl."

Elliot and you eye her. "Jules, you are the sexiest fucking girl ever." He says with a smile, and she playfully shoves his head away as she goes to sit back down. "Seriously, though, you are. And for the record, no, you can't tell. You actually pass really well."

You nod in agreement, putting the blunt out in the ashtray. "And if you could tell, who gives a fuck? fuck transphobes." Elliot looks at Jules as he says that, a smirk on her face.

"Thank you good sir," Jules bows down dramatically, Elliot making a face at the word 'sir.' "I'm not a sir, I sure as hell don't look like one."

You and Jules raise eyebrows at the boy's comment, Jules immediately stopping whatever else he was going to say by putting a finger in the air. "Stop, Eli. You are a sir, and you definitely look like a sir. What are you talking about?"

Elliot rolls his eyes, looking down at his chest. "Not with these I'm not." He says, motioning to breasts.

"That doesn't matter." Jules says, sits up from her original position to sit in his lap. "You're a boy, having these doesn't make that any less of a fact."

He reaches over her to grab more rolling paper, then leans back into the couch once more. "Kinda does if I need to wear a fucking binder to hide them."