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Out of all the relationships she’s got herself into, Gwen is the nicest.
“Lance” is what her birth certificate reads currently, but as soon as Christina has the money for it, she’s legally altering her information.
Christina is the name she wants Gwen to call her on the phone, or leave her in a text message, or shout it across a room. Murmur before they go to sleep.
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The best part of Gwen besides everything in existence, is her open mind and the goodness in her heart. She never made jokes at anyone’s expense. Christina never heard her use a transphobic slur or queerphobic.
So, Christina gets Gwen her favourite takeout, and sits across from her on the couch, grasping Gwen’s hands in hers. “You wanted to tell me something?” Gwen asks.
Her heart pounds so fast.
“There’s something I haven’t been telling you. That I’ve wanted to.”
Gwen’s smile fades around the corners, but she straightens herself on the patterned cushion, squeezing Christina's hands, hooking their fingers.
“I’m sure I can handle it,” she replies, cheerfully.
I want you to.
“I’m not…” Her voice stutters. “I…”
And somehow, Christina has burst into tears in the middle of it, sobbing out her lifelong secret and Gwen cries with her when she’s finished, holding on tightly with arms round Christina, pressing kisses against her hot, reddening face.
“You’ve been terrified, haven’t you? Oh, love,” Gwen exclaims, sniffling. She wipes off the mascara leaking under her eyes. “This changes nothing about how I feel, Lance – oh dear, that’s not really your name, is it? Did you choose?”
The other woman lets out a nodding laugh, wiping her own face with a sleeve.
“Christina,” she says, beaming as Gwen thinks it over.
“It’s beautiful, just like you.”
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