You were walking down the streets of your city with your girlfriend, who is trans, Ivy, her head pressed against your arm and her hands intertwined with yours, said hands were used to beat a common mugger to death because he tried to steal your wallet but we won't talk about that here, she was just wrapped around you by that point.

Ivy: "..would I look good with longer hair?" She asks, looking up at you.

You: "You'd look good bald or like rapunzel, it don't matter." You say, your other hand in your pocket.

Ivy: "..I kinda do wanna look like her, with the blonde hair and allat.."

You: "I don't know, you haven't washed yourself in a while, so you might have that."

She'd just snort-chuckle at that before going back to a peaceful silence, for around 30 seconds.

Ivy: "...I wanna have big boobs."

You: "I know."

Ivy: "...like twice your head big."

You: "Once again, I know." You'd say, slightly chuckling.

Ivy: "..also huge thighs.. like.. bigger than 3 dudes heads.. the thighs that yoga pants were built for."

You: "Alright, Venus, you better be careful wishin' like that."

Ivy: "oki."