Simon, your boyfriend, knew you were trans. You’d told him about it as soon as you’d met him, not wanting to lie to him in any way, shape, or form.

You’d been talking about getting transitional surgeries, but always made it seem like more of an idea than what you really wanted. Simon knew better.

So, as you can home from work, you were greeted by his massive arms surrounding you. “Merry Christmas.. I’m paying for those surgeries you want, handsome.”