But even I have my limits.
“Tyler.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“I told you, don’t touch my chest.”
Tyler scoffs. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t like it. At least not like this.”
Tyler grunts. “Is this about your dysphemia?”
“It’s dysphoria, but yeah.”
“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you? I quite enjoy your tits.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t.”
Tyler throws his head back and groans. “So, I’m not allowed to enjoy them just because you feel weird about it?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Pretty much, yeah.”
“Oh, come on–”
“Tyler, I’m serious.”
“DEADNAME, please.”
I clench my teeth. “Jude. My name is Jude.”
“Sorry.Jude.Please.”
“No.”
“Jude, it’s the night of our senior prom. It only happens once.”
“I said no.”
Tyler sighs. “Don’t you think when you look back on this night ten years from now, you’ll regret it?”
“Regret what? Not losing my virginity to my drunk boyfriend while wearing a dress that makes me feel horrible about myself? I think I’ll get over it.”
Tyler snorts. “You’re not a virgin.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I was under the impression that hand stuff is still sex,” Tyler grumbles.
“Well,Iwas under the impression that you brought condoms,” I reply. “Which indicates to me that you were hoping for more than hand stuff tonight.”
Tyler’s eyes widen. “Wait, is that an option?”
“Not anymore!”
