The cafe was full of university students, and Jude shooed Anton to a corner before returning with cups overflowing with chocolate-sprinkled cream. Anton clasped his in both hands as Jude settled, their jackets hiding their uniforms. Nobody seemed to care about them anyway, and Anton was grateful for being so ignored just then.
“So,” Jude said, using a teaspoon to push his cream into the drink and sink it. “I take it you’re still, uh…physically…?”
“Yes,” Anton mumbled.
“So if you were to get naked…”
“I’d look like a girl.”
He said it in a whisper, and Jude tilted his head. “Okay,” he said quietly. “What’s…the long term goal, then? I mean, can you make someone more like a guy?”
“Not until you’re legal.” Anton longed for that day. “You can get hormones—testosterone—and that would make m
