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“thank you for sharing that with me,” zane responds, trying to keep his voice soft as to not disrupt the mood that surrounds the two.
kawai— kisa, kisa still looked uncomfortable. even though zane was usually pretty bad at telling when someone was feeling bad, the watery eyes definitely didn’t seem like happy tears.
“my name wasn’t always zane.” he announced, now at a volume probably too high for the top of a ferris wheel.
“huh?”
“i choose my name. zane. i. i choose it with my mother when i told them who i was.”
“who you were?”
“who i am. zane. a trans man.”
“really? you mean it?” she said, the last words zane ever expected to hear after coming out.
“what?” he was quite again.
“kisa ! me! i choose it by myself ! years before telling them who i was i found my name! also trans ! but like !! the other way!” kisa’s hands flapped excitedly as well as her tail swishing back and fourth. zane had done good. he made someone happy!
“so. if i were to call you my girlfriend..?”
“you’d be absolutely right!” kisa giggled excitedly, her demeanor totally changing from minutes before as she twirled her hair. zane smiled, her giggling a tad bit contagious as the ferris wheel started spinning downward again.
zane was trans. kisa was trans. and they lived happily ever after.