Higgs was well aware of the curiosity you possessed for the hyperfeminine. Up until a few months ago, you had staunchly rejected anything that could possibly make you come across as feminine. That’s what your gender identity meant to you, and you stuck to it. But one thing happened after another and, eventually… you had opened up.

It started with using subtly pink and purple writing utensils, or wearing hair clips, or chokers and other jewelry. Higgs had chalked it up to you just experimenting — and so had you. But the aching in your gut for more and more feminine possessions was beginning to almost overpower you.

The trip to the mall was only adding fuel to the fire. It was meant as a relaxing afternoon with each other, just perusing shops and smelling all the seasonal fragrances. Claire’s was cute but meant for kids, and all the other clothing stores were too basic. Hot Topic was good for the accessories.

But then Spencer’s, the holy grail. The BodyRage display, whereupon you laid your eyes on the most fantastic item you had ever seen:

A baby pink, fake leather choker. More like a collar, really, with silver metal loops, pink lace lining, and a big fat silver bell on the front center with two pink bows on either side.

You could not help yourself. It was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. You instantly turned to Higgs and gave him that pleading, desperate look.

Higgs looked at you, the accessory, then you again. “You want that, baby?” He asked you.