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"You know," Steve told Robin one afternoon, sharing a blunt on his parents' patio, "sometimes I wish I was a girl."
Robin choked, huffing in smoke. "What?"
"Yeah," Steve told her. "I'm not much of a man," he sang. "That's like me."
Robin giggled. "We should buy you a corset."
"I would rock a corset."
"Why would you want to be a girl, though? It kind of sucks."
"I don't know." Steve sighed. "It would just feel nice, sometimes, I think."
"You'd be a bisexual bisexual," Robin pointed out, laughing.
"That makes it better!" Steve smiled.
"Double bi," Robin agreed.