“You can’t make me wear this! It’s so… ” Lucas moaned.
“Womanly.” “But it fits you. So, I suppose you are pretty womanly now,” I said. “And it makes your butt look cute.”
“Oh, don’t say that!” Lucas cried. “I knew I shouldn’t have started taking those estrogen pills. This is serious, isn’t it? I can’t like stop this, can I?”
“Well, aren’t we serious? We’ve been together for about two years now, and you’ve practically moved in with me,” I said. “I just want to take you on a normal date for once, and I don’t want you dressing like some slob. You’re my girlfriend, and you’re hot.”
“I’m not a girl, I’m just a crossdresser,” Lucas sighed. “I like to dress up in a pink skirt and heels, but that’s just a little kinky fun. This just seems so… serious. Can’t I just wear a hoodie?”
“No, Lucy,” I said with determination. “I got you that dress, and I want you to stop calling yourself a crossdresser. You’re a woman, and you’d only be crossdressing if you wore my clothes!”
“I…. don’t know how any of this works.”
“Just calm down and let me handle things,” I said and placed my hand around ‘Lucy’s’ sides. She moaned softly as I held her like that. “You’re my girl and I know that sometimes I have to push you, but I know you won’t disappoint me.”