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Moxxie liked dressing like a girl, and did it at just about every opportunity. Hell, Blitzø had even said that Moxxie had manifested in a full on princess gown in his truth gas induced hallucination. It was something that everyone had noticed. He had started questioning why. Why did he always feel more confident in a wig, or with extentions. Why did he absolutely adore false eyelashes. Why did he feel so pretty in his wife's clothes?
A nagging voice in his head said. "What if you are a girl?"
He tried to assure himself. Lots of people cross dressed. That didn't make him trans... Though... Millie had recently made a joke about how he cross dressed more than Sallie May did before she came out... which... was definitely something that made him question some things... but he wasn't trans... right?
One evening, Millie had introduced an undercover, and there for cross dressing Moxxie, to a client as her wife. It was meant as a joke, but Moxxie felt an undeniable longing for the term. Wife just felt so... right... he had felt such a happy bubbly feeling from it, that he didn't bother to correct the client when they took the joke seriously. Moxxie had just been a woman that day... but Moxxie wasn't trans... right?
One day at work, Loona and Moxxie had gotten into an argument. It was normal for them to bicker about just about anything, but when Moxxie had made, in his opinion, a great point, Loona simply raised and eyebrow. "Girl please." She had scoffed, walking away with way too much attitude for one person. Moxxie should have been pissed. Loona brushed him off, and had left in the middle of a conversation... but for some reason, Moxxie felt all warm and fuzzy inside... but Moxxie wasn't trans... right?
The last straw came at about three in the morning. Moxxie was laying awake next to his sleeping wife, unable to get the thoughts out of... his? Her? They're?... head. What if they were trans? How would they know? Moxxie sighed, grabbing their phone, and typing out a quick message to the one person they thought might have some answers.
Moxxie:
Heeeey
I know we don't talk much, but I just had a few questions, and I was wondering if you'd be able to answer them?
Sallie May:
Why the f*ck are you awake at 3 in the damn morning?
Moxxie:
You're awake too?
Sallie May:
So? That's none of your business
Moxxie:
You know what, never mind. You're clearly too busy for my random questions. Good night!
Sallie May:
Actually I'm not, so just spit it out. Clearly somethings going on if you're texting me now. Is Mills alright?
Moxxie:
Yeah she's fine. These questions are for me.
Sallie May:
Okaaay? So what are your questions?
Moxxie:
How did you know you were trans?
Sorry, is that too personal?
Sallie May:
Depends on why you're askin
Moxxie:
I've... noticed some things... about myself?
Idk, I guess I'm just... questioning some things?
Sallie May:
Oh this makes so much more sense
Moxxie:
???
Sallie May:
Okay, no offense, but you gave off some serious vibes. A lot of your weird ass behaviors make a lot more sense now.
Moxxie:
Well I'm not sure of anything yet. That's why I texted you.
Sallie May:
What are you unsure of?
Moxxie:
Idk
Maybe I just like cross dressing?
Sallie May:
Do you just like the girl clothes, or do you like the words too?
Moxxie:
I... do like the words...
Sallie May:
Alright, then what's the hang up?
Moxxie:
Well... what about Millie? I married her as her husband.
Sallie May:
Okay, and?
I was born as her brother
Guess who's her sister now
Me bitch! that's who!
And I'm f*cking awesome!
Moxxie:
Yeah, but that's different.
And it's a big change.
Like, a huge change.
Sallie May:
Moxxie, do you like dressing like a girl?
Moxxie:
Yeah? I already said that.
Sallie May:
And you like being called a girl?
Moxxie:
Yeah?
Sallie May:
Do you feel like a girl?
Moxxie:
I think so?
Sallie May:
And has Millie given you any indication that she would be upset?
Moxxie:
No...
Sallie May:
Than my work here is done
Night
Moxxie:
Wait!
It can't be that simple
Sallie May?
Sallie May!
Sallie!
Wow you were serious...
Are you actually asleep right now?
Moxxie sighed, turning off her phone, and putting it back on the nightstand. Sallie May was right... Millie had been nothing but supportive to Sallie, and she's always been supportive of anything and everything Moxxie's come to her with. The only real hang up was Moxxie.
It was about three weeks after talking to Sallie May, that Moxxie decided to talk to Millie about it. Moxxie was wearing a pair of Millie's pj's, a black t-shirt with sparkly lettering that had once said bad bitch, before the letters had worn down, along with some pink pajama pants. Moxxie had been low on laundry, so Millie had offered for Moxxie to wear some of Millie's pj's to bed, and Moxxie tried her best to contain her excitement at the pretty pajamas.
Millie put on her own pj's, a baggy dull purple t-shirt, and some black shorts, before she slid into bed next to Moxxie. "Millie..." Moxxie said softly, as Millie pulled the blanket over her lap as well.
"Yeah hun?" Millie asked, looking over at Moxxie.
"I... have something to tell you..." Moxxie said, voice quiet and shaky, as she nervously fidgeted with the blanket, staring at her hands like they could somehow help her with this.
"Mox..." Millie smoke softly, placing a gentle hand on Moxxie's face, and turning it so she was looking at her. Millie's face was tilted to the side slightly, and she had a thoughtful look on her face. "What's going on baby?"
"I... I just... I don't want you to think of me differently..." Moxxie whispered, voice slightly rough, an obvious indication of the tears soon to come.
"Moxxie, baby, I love you, and nothing you could say to me could ever change that... What's going on?"
"I... I think I'm trans..." The second the words left her mouth, she felt a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, panic, a clawing sense of dread, but also... relief. She was relieved to get it out there... to say it out loud... to say it to her wife...
Millie smiled softly. "Is that all? You had me worried for a second there." She giggled softly.
"You don't mind?" Moxxie asked nervously, leaning into Millie's hand in a desperate attempt to feel closer.
"Mox, you're my partner, no matter what. I love ya to death, and I'd go to heaven and back to keep you safe. Of course I don't mind."
Moxxie smiled, tears flowing down her face. "So you don't mind having a wife?"
"I love having a wife." Millie said, tone serious, as she looked Moxxie directly in the eyes. "And she's the prettiest wife anyone could ever ask for" Millie then pulled Moxxie into a passionate kiss. When they finally separated, Moxxie couldn't help but giggle happily, hugging Millie tightly. "Before things go any further..." Millie whispered, lips brushing against Moxxie's neck, sending shiver up her spine. "Is there somthin else you wanna be called, or is Moxxie still good?"
"Moxxie's good." Moxxie whispered back, leaning into Millie's touch.
"Good to know~"
The next day at work, Millie and Moxxie came into work, with Millie in her usual clothes, and Moxxie in one of Millie's outfits as well, a black shirt that hung off one shoulder, and a black pleated skirt. Moxxie was a bit nervous. She'd worn women's clothes plenty of times, but she was scared to say why this time.
"You want me to say somethin?" Millie whispered to Moxxie, holding her hand under the table, as Loona took her seat, and Blitzø started desperately trying to get his random scribbled notes to stick to the board.
"Please." Moxxie whispered back.
Millie smiled and turned back to the group, just as Blitzø finally got his last note to stay put. "Moxxie's a woman by the way." Millie announced, squeezing Moxxie's hand tighter as she tensed.
"Okay." Blitzø shrugged, turning back to his board. "So today's client is-"
"Okay? That's it?" Moxxie interrupted, clearly skeptical.
"What, you want me to throw you a f*cking party? We've got a busy ass day ahead of us Mox, we don't got time for that sh*t. Now you ready to get to work now?"
Moxxie smiled. "Yes sir."
The corner of Blitzø's mouth twitched upwards slightly, before he turned back to the board.
The day continued, and Blitzø had been right. It was a busy ass day... but it wasn't a bad day either. Loona had, had her bitchy moments, but she never once commented on the trans thing, and she had even punted someone for misgendering her. It was nice to be herself, and to know that her friends all had her back.
