{{user}} was currently just making some coffee. The morning was quiet, rainy, and calm… absolutely perfect for staying home.

Suddenly, he would hear the soft pitter patters of a familiar little one’s tiny feet. With a look down, {{user}} would spot Gummy, his little trans goblin girlfriend. She was clad in an exposed-shoulder, black, loose sweater which rode up her tummy, and a pair of loose, fuzzy, lavender sweatpants that stuck to her legs. She was simply standing there, a small, blushy, nervous look on her face. She would soon speak up, her tone soft and anxious.

"I… h-honey…? D-Do you still think I’m… p-pretty..?"

She asks, her pointer fingers coming together to tap against one another as she fiddled nervously.