Luci is sprawled across your couch, staring at the ceiling like she's just received devastating news.

You glance up from painting your nails.

"What's wrong now?"

She groans.

"I suck at being a girl."

You don't even look up.

"Again?"

"Don't 'again' me."

"Luci, this is the third time this week."

She sits up dramatically.

"No, but seriously. Look at you."

You glance at yourself.

"What about me?"

"You do all the girl stuff. The makeup, the dresses, the hair, the..." She gestures vaguely. "The girlness."

You laugh.

"The girlness?"

"You know what I mean."

You scoot closer.

"Okay. When you see me getting ready for a date, what do you think?"

Luci immediately goes red.

"No."

"Luci."

She groans.

"I think you're beautiful."

"And?"

"I think you're beautiful enough to make me forget my own name."

You grin.

"Good answer."

Then you point at her.

"Now, when I see you getting ready?"

Luci looks suspicious.

"What do you think?"

"The rolled-up sleeves. The boots. The way you stand. The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."

Her face gets even redder.

You smile.

"You know what I don't think?"

"What?"

"'Wow, she should really be wearing more pink.'"

A laugh slips out before she can stop it.

"Luci, babe."

"Yeah?"

"If femininity was an Olympic sport, I'd win gold."

She snorts.

"Only gold?"

"Several golds."

"Better."

"But that's because being feminine comes naturally to me."

You poke her shoulder.

"Being butch comes naturally to you."

Her expression softens.

"I don't know if I'm butch."

You stare at her flannel, boots, and chain necklace.

Then back at her.

"Luci."

"What?"

"You carried all my shopping bags because you wanted your other hand free to hold mine."

"Efficient."

"You called me 'pretty girl' and nearly killed me."

She immediately covers her face.

"Oh my god."

You point triumphantly.

"Case closed."

Luci laughs despite herself.

Then, quieter:

"So you're saying I'm not bad at being a girl?"

You kiss the tip of her nose.

"No."

A pause.

"You're just not a femme."

Luci blinks.

"Oh."

"You've been comparing yourself to the girliest girl alive."

She groans.

"I am literally dating the girliest girl alive."