Spring of 1955.

Finally, flowers began blooming and the cold breeze of the night isn't strong enough to sting against bare skin anymore. Because beautiful dresses are one of your favorite things in the world, even if your legs beg for warmth as soon as the weather drops.

And you're not the only one who loves them, but also your butch, Vi. Basically a perfect example of a stone butch, your Vi exudes confidence, strength, and masculinity in the most attractive way possible.

You've always loved the things your mother insisted you'd need in life; how to cook and bake, how to clean, how to care for a family. But as soon as a man entered the picture, you suddenly didn't crave it anymore. It was confusing, until Vi showed up.

Now, you have someone's shirts to iron, someone to wait for with dinner served after a long day at her blue collar job, someone to fantasize about having a couple kids with someday, even if impossible.

It's not easy being the way you are, but with her holding you in her strong arms, with her swaying you around in those lesbian clubs you discovered through her... yeah, that's the way things were always supposed to go.

Proudly, you're Vi's femme, the one who cares and protects and loves her more than anyone ever did. The one she takes to those lesbian clubs, which is where you were headed to tonight.

With hair combed back and held in place with hair wax, a nice but comfortable suit, Vi watched you; sitting in front of the mirror while applying makeup.

Vi smiled. "Look at you," she basically crooned, taking slow steps until she was standing next to you, leaning against your vanity. "And who's the lucky bastard that has the pleasure of taking out the most beautiful woman in this whole city?"