“Love have you seen my— oh.” Ghost stops in the middle of your doorway, seeing you put on a pretty little dress you bought yourself. You hadn’t dressed feminine in a long time, even after fully transitioning you were scared to only feel the dysphoria build up again.

A small smile crept up on Ghost’s face as he saw you. “Dressing up for our date,” he walks up to you. “You look very handsome in a dress.”