AN: So I wanted to keep writing The Outsider, but I needed a form of catharsis. This isn't any kind of headcanon or anything, it's just an idea I wanted to explore because it helped me deal with a lot of feelings. This is the first chapter of only 2 or 3, and I will get back to the Outsider now, but I really just needed to get this out. If this helps even one person, then I'm glad I wrote it. This story is about Steven figuring out he's transgender. All gems are female, after all. Hope someone gets something out of this.


Inside the temple, the vast and cloudy pinkness of Rose's room was interrupted only by a small child lying on a plain looking bed with sheets that matched the endless horizon that surrounded them. Steven lay on his back, wearing his standard pink shirt with the yellow star, his arms clutching one of his many stuffed bears. He was ruminating on a multitude of events that occurred since he was born. Exactly why, he wasn't certain, but he was considering them nonetheless. Though, his mind lingered on one that he unknowingly deemed more important than the others; Beach-a-palooza. It had been a little more than a year since it all happened, but he found himself often dreaming of that day. At least once a week, his slumbering mind would bring him back to that moment, when he told Sadie something that kept making him unsure about everything he knew.

"I don't wanna do this!" Sadie had shouted at him all those months ago, upset and anxious about everything that was going on.

"You never did. I- It was always me…" Steven had replied.

Why had he said that? For that matter, why did he do everything he did that day? He began to think about the rest of that day. Forcing everything onto Sadie, the dresses, the dancing, the makeup. That wasn't normal Steven Universe behavior. Even he could realize that. He wouldn't force the gems to watch Crying Breakfast Friends with him if they didn't want to, he never tried to make anyone do anything they didn't like unless there was no other option. That whole day was one giant exception to that. And it confused him. But what got to him the most was what happened later in that evening.

After the festival, Steven was walking home en femme. He wasn't sure why he did it, but for some reason, it made him feel different. Not bad, though. If anything, he could say he felt a bit more relaxed. At least, he felt that way until he started running into other people who saw him at the concert. First, it was Sour Cream and Buck. Both of them were happy to see him, commenting on how funny his act was. The comment stung. Steven didn't intend for anything about it to be funny, he was just enjoying himself. But he played it off and kept walking, his tiny heels clicking on the pavement.

His smile faded slowly as he walked, everyone he bumped into said the same thing. "You were hilarious, Steven!" "Your drag routine was hysterical!" "That was so funny!" It never stopped stinging any time it was said. He knew that nobody meant any harm, and to be quite honest with himself, he wasn't sure why it hurt. But then he came across Lars, who wore a large scowl on his face.

Steven approached slowly, his face growing wary. Surprisingly, Lars didn't yell at Steven for doing something weird. He yelled at him for doing something that Lars deemed offensive.

"Steven, what's wrong with you?!" Lars shouted, his face contorting into disgust.

"What…? Nothing, I just-" But Steven was cut off.

"This isn't something you should just be joking about like that! You could have hurt someone's feelings!" Lars' behavior was extremely strange. Normally he never cared about someone's feelings.

"What?! No, Lars, Sadie didn't-" Again, his rebuttal was interrupted.

"Don't try to excuse yourself, this was in really bad taste man, I thought you were better than this." He started walking off, having said all he cared to say. Though he slipped in one last nugget as he put his hands in his pockets and proceeded down the street, away from the kid.

"I thought you were one of the good guys…"

Steven squeezed his stuffed animal, a frown on his face. What did all of that mean? Why was he so upset about it? Why didn't he like that people found it funny? Why was Lars so offended by it? He had so many questions that he didn't have any answers to. He wished he could close his eyes and all his weird thoughts and feelings would just disappear, but the room wasn't able to fulfill that kind of wish. No, these problems had to be talked out. But he wasn't sure who he could talk to about any of this.

This was one of the bigger issues Steven had to figure out. His first thought was to talk to the gems. They always seemed to be able to help him when he needed it. But usually it was about gem things. This seemed to be more like a human thing, and he knew they were out of their depth when it came to human things. There was Connie, but his issues were putting him on edge about talking to her about it. Even though she was his best friend, he didn't want to put her through the weird things he was feeling. His dad might be able to do something to help, but most of what was on his mind seemed kind of embarrassing, especially considering that others thought what he did was funny. Steven didn't think it was funny at all. But almost everyone he talked to disagreed. Except for Lars, of course, but Lars was legitimately mad at Steven for what he did, so that option wasn't on the table. Steven needed someone who didn't think what he did was funny, who wouldn't judge him, but knew enough that they might help him in some possible way.

It took him a few more minutes, but eventually, he sat up in his bed with an idea. Quickly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he got to the letter S. He shot off a text and waited impatiently. Soon after, a text found its way into his inbox. This happened, back and forth between the two for a while.

hey sadie

Oh, hey Steven, what's up?

are you busy? I dont want to bother you at work

No, I actually have the day off today, so I'm free all this afternoon.

thats good! hey listen can I come over? I wanted to talk to you

Gee, Steven, I don't know. Remember last time? I'm still kinda reeling from all of that.

please sadie, I need to talk to someone and you might be the only one who can help me

Well darn, Steven, when you put it that way, sure. Give me a few minutes to clean up. Is everything ok?

I dont know

Steven slid his phone back into his pocket and hopped off the bed, stuffed bear in hand. He summoned the door back into the beach house and walked through the gateway. His expression and general attitude wasn't as chipper as it usually was, considering everything that had been on his mind, but he was still happy to see Pearl sitting on the couch right next to the stairs that led up to his bedroom. It was an interesting sight, however. Pearl was reading some sort of textbook.

"Uhh, hey Pearl." Steven said curiously, trying to evoke a response from the pale gem.

She looked up, blushing slightly and immediately closing the book she had. "Steven! Hello! How are you?"

Steven gave her a look that showed he knew she was up to something, a look she understood almost immediately. She heaved a sigh and patted her hand on the couch next to her. Steven was hesitant, but obliged her. He made his way over and plopped down beside her on the wooden, built-in sofa that the beach house had.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Steven sat there, very still, staring at Pearl and waiting. Pearl looked everywhere except in Steven's direction as she contemplatively touched the tips of her fingers together repeatedly. Finally, she was unable to stall any longer and decided it would be better to just get it over with.

"Steven, you know I don't normally delve into the rituals and processes of the human condition, but in this case, I have to make an exception. I'm not quite sure that Greg is going over any of this with you, and since you're going to be growing up in some form or another, we should really go over some things."

Steven didn't say anything. But he sure didn't like where this was going. His face, expressive as it was, showed this very plainly. Pearl, once again, picked up on this.

"I've been reading human literature on the subject, Steven. It's… Well, it's not exactly pleasant to learn about, but I want to prepare you for these changes, whenever they may happen. You want to be aware, don't you?"

Steven thought for a moment about that question. Ignorance is bliss, after all. But unpreparedness is stupidity at best, fatality at worst. Of course, in his head, this was put in simpler terms.

"I probably should be, shouldn't I? Especially considering what happened the past couple birthdays…"

Pearl nodded in agreement, adding, "Yes, your birthdays tend to be a bit traumatic in terms of aging. But at least you know how you'll grow up! Do you remember how that felt? You know, two birthdays ago?"

Steven recalled the event like it happened yesterday. One doesn't forget nearly dying, no matter how often it might happen. However, Steven wasn't really concerned about dying. He was more concerned about how he felt about each incarnation of him as he was getting older. He remembered the facial hair that grew out. He detested it, and the thoughts of it made him want to retch. His grip on the stuffed bear he had tightened as he hugged the animal for dear life.

"Pearl, I don't like thinking about it…"

She put a supportive hand on his shoulder. "I know, Steven, that wasn't fun for any of us. But that's how you'll grow up! Hopefully, when you're ready this time. And if it happens gradually, like we think it will, then there are some things to look forward to that you might not remember."

Steven's heart was already racing with panic. "Like… Like what, Pearl?" he said, as if he were a patient in a hospital who'd been given a grim prognosis.

"Well, for starters, that little bit of stubble you got is going to fill out. If you don't want a beard, soon you'll be shaving. And that hair doesn't stop there, it will grow out all over your body. Your arms, your chest, your legs, your uhm… You know… The thing all human boys have."

Steven stared straight ahead, holding his bear with his left hand. On his right, his fingers were forming a claw around a tight knot of fabric he had made in one of the cushions. Of course, he still didn't know his own strength, and slowly but surely, he began tearing a piece off. It was slow enough, however, that Pearl didn't notice, so she continued her lesson in biology.

"Your voice will change too, Steven. It will get deeper, and before you know it you'll sound just like your father. You'll also grow into your body a bit more. With all the training we do, you'll be quite a handsome man…"

She trailed off, not sure if she should go into detail about anything beyond what she had already said. Steven had started sweating and almost looked as pale as she did. This of course was a bit worrying, but she thought it was natural for Steven to be scared of changes his body would be going through as a growing boy. She didn't expect him to be so flighty about it, however.

Steven quickly stood up, letting go of both the bear and the sofa, and wiping the sweat off his brow. Learning all of this made him sick. He thought he might throw up, and still he didn't understand why. Why was he so scared about something that happens to every human boy eventually? He didn't know. But he was certain he didn't want it to happen to him.

"Ok, thanks Pearl, I'm gonna go for a walk right now please don't follow me I need some time alone bye!"

He said all of that extremely quickly, not wanting to hear anything else Pearl had to tell him. It would just make him feel worse. As soon as he started his sentence, he was already halfway out the door, however. When his feet stopped touching wood and started touching sand, he broke out into a sprint, leaving a trail of sweat and tears on the small, eroded pebbles under his feet. Everything was happening so fast, much too fast for him to even begin to know how to feel. He had to talk to someone, he had to speak with Sadie about everything. She might understand. She was the only person to see his act at Beach-a-palooza as something not funny, not hurtful, but actually positive.

Pearl was, understandably, very worried about Steven. She tried to call after him, but he was gone before she could even get his full first name out. She knew it was scary, but she didn't think it was a huge deal. If anything, she thought Steven might be excited about this. He was excited about everything else, why would this be different?

She wandered around the beach house, unsure of exactly what she did wrong. It was then that she noticed the ripped sofa cushion.

"Oh my stars, Steven… What has gotten into you…?" she wondered aloud before she picked up the stuffed animal that Steven left behind and walked up the stairs into the child's bedroom. Pearl was hoping to find some kind of clue, a picture maybe, possibly a horror movie about a child growing into a monster. She could never be sure with him. Heck, maybe it was his hormones kicking in. That might be it, she was so concerned about him growing up that maybe it was starting right before her eyes.

Pearl set the bear down on Steven's bed, letting it rest with its head on one of his pillows. She almost put the nagging thoughts she was having to bed as well before she noticed Steven's closet door was open. Thinking she had figured out the issue, she almost ignored it outright, but Pearl was a curious gem. Maybe a trait she picked up from Rose after spending so much time together, but a trait she bore nonetheless. She figured it couldn't hurt to snoop a little bit if it meant knowing Steven was alright, so she opened the slatted door.

"Is… Is this Connie's? No, it's much to garish… I've also never seen Connie dress like this, she's never even shown off her midriff before, so this can't be hers." She held up the blue skirt and top and checked for any kind of name on the tags. She didn't find any such thing, but she did happen to notice the size. If she was correct, then this number would fit Steven to a T. She chuckled at the thought for a moment, picturing Steven in anything other than his pink tee-shirt, jeans, and flip flops.

But that idea brought up another thought that began to eat at Pearl. Most, if not, all humans liked to change up their outfits almost every day. Even Greg had an array of clothes that he changed regularly. But with Steven, it was only the star shirt, jeans, and flip flops. When it got cold, he had a coat and boots, but he never once expressed any interest in expanding upon his look. And considering who Steven was as a person, that was slightly peculiar.

Slowly, the pieces were coming together. Pearl knew Steven was uneasy when they discussed puberty only a few moments ago, but seeing the ripped couch cushion, she started realizing how upset it made him. And then the outfit in Steven's closet, the few pieces of clothing that were different from anything else he wore. Surely it meant something important to him. Maybe it was more important than she realized.

OoOoO

Steven had arrived at Sadie's house successfully, only having to stop twice due to his growing anxiety about this whole ordeal. Both times, he had to rely on Garnet's meditation techniques that he learned only a few weeks prior. These were all just thoughts, they couldn't hurt him. He rang Sadie's doorbell and heard her voice ring out over the chime.

"Come on in! It's unlocked!"

Steven took another deep breath and stepped through the threshold into his friend's home. He gulped and began mentally preparing what he was going to tell her, something he should have been doing on the way. But who could blame him? He had never experienced anything like this before. Most of his problems, aside from the feeling of resentment that sometimes plagued him, were very concrete. He and the gems could poof and bubble those problems. But this isn't one of those problems.

"Hey Steven!" Sadie said happily as she rounded the corner into the entryway. Her smile slowly faded when she saw his unusually dour expression. He looked near the verge of tears.

"Oh my gosh, Steven, what happened? Is everything al-" she was interrupted by a sudden embrace from the sad little boy who entered her house not moments ago. And the tears started flowing with zero signs of stopping any time soon. Sadie let out a kind of frightened sigh and held her friend.

"It's ok, buddy, I got you…" They stayed like that for several minutes before the tears finally slowed and Steven was actually able to talk. He sniffled a few times before he did so.

"Sadie, I'm s-sorry for Beach-a-palooza… It wasn't f-f-fair for me to do… to do that to you…"

Sadie smiled a little, but was still concerned. "Oh that's what this is about? Steven, it's ok, I'm mostly over it. Besides, you stepped in for me and did a great job! No harm done, ok?"

He pulled away from Sadie to look her in the eye. "So… so you didn't think it was offensive or… Or funny?"

She looked confused. "What? No, you saved me, Steven. Going on stage like… Well, like that, it just isn't who I am. I need to be true to myself."

Steven couldn't get his next thought as quickly as he wanted. "Everyone needs to be true to themselves, right?"

Sadie looked a bit puzzled. "Well, yeah, I can agree with that… Steven, something else is bothering you, isn't it?" Steven remained silent. Sadie gave him a concerned look and spoke up again. "Steven, head downstairs into my room. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be down in a minute. We can do whatever you want, ok? We can talk about what's on your mind, or we can just chill out and watch some old horror movies, ok? No pressure, we can do whatever you want. My mom isn't home, so you don't have to worry about anyone else, it will just be Steven and Sadie tonight. How does that sound?"

Steven's panicked breaths slowed and he actually smiled. A small smile, as it were, but a smile nonetheless. "That sounds good…"

Sadie ruffled his hair and sent him downstairs while she went into the kitchen and started making some hot chocolate for the both of them.

Steven couldn't feel his legs as he moved down the stairs. He leaned against the wall to keep upright, but it didn't help the feeling in his stomach. He thought he might throw up, but he couldn't do that to Sadie. She just let him into her house with next to no notice and was now making hot cocoa for him. Throwing up on her floor wouldn't be the nicest way of showing his appreciation. Not if he was going to drop a bombshell like he had planned. That would just be bad manners.

He somehow managed to make his way to Sadie's bed and sat down on the comforter. He sat upright briefly before falling backwards and letting his head rest, eyes on the ceiling. It reminded him of how he was situated in Rose's room earlier that day. He even had the same thoughts running through his head.

There he remained until Sadie came down with a tray with two mugs situated on top. They were filled with hot chocolate and topped with enough whipped cream to coat an entire pumpkin pie. On the rare occasion that Steven ordered a drink from The Big Donut, he would get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. It flattered Steven that she remembered and cared enough to do this for him.

She approached the bed and set the tray down on the night stand. "Okay, Steven, this should help whatever you're feeling. And once you're comfortable, we can do whatever you want. I could even dig up my old console and we could play some video games."

Steven had already started drinking the hot chocolate. It warmed him enough to take the edge off and leave him with a smile. It wasn't a super happy smile, more of a reluctant one. As though he thought this moment of solace was fleeting and extremely temporary. But he appreciated it, in any case. After taking a large sip that emptied half of the mug, he motioned for Sadie to sit next on the bed next to him. She took her mug with both hands and sat, waiting patiently.

"Sadie, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I can't keep this on my chest any longer. I don't know who else to talk to about this, and with reactions I got after Beach-a-palooza, I feel like maybe what I feel is wrong…"

Sadie took a few petite sips and waited for him to continue. Steven got off the bed and started nervously pacing around the room as he spoke.

"Let's go over this in order… Ok, so a while ago, I tried to push you into performing at Beach-a-palooza and I treated you badly. We've gone over that, and I'm sorry. But wearing that costume, having the makeup on, dancing like that, I felt… Free. To put it in words, it felt like my whole life, I had been under water. And in that moment, I came up to breathe for the first time. And now that it's over, I'm starting to drown…"

Sadie put her drink down and stared at Steven, very concerned for his wellbeing. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

"After the concert, when I walked back to the temple, people said I was funny. And it hurt me. It wasn't funny to me, it felt amazing. And then Lars told me he thought I was doing something offensive, but it's not supposed to be! And I think that might be part of why he doesn't like me, but I can't help these feelings… I tried to push them away, but I can't, Sadie… and I don't know what to do about it… I feel wrong. I don't think I'm supposed to be this way, and I can't fix it… I just want to be happy the way I am! I probably sound crazy to you…"

Steven stared at Sadie for the first time since he started his tirade and noticed she was smiling. It was a sweet smile. One that made him feel a little at ease. She gestured for him to come sit on her bed again, and he did. She grabbed his hands and stared at him in the eyes.

"Steven, I'm going to ask you a question. It might be a hard question to answer, it might be easy. There's no wrong answer, and no matter what you say, I will still be your friend. Think really carefully, ok? And remember that there aren't any judgements down here in my bunker. Also don't think about what anyone else would want. This is about you, ok? Are you ready?"

Steven nodded slowly. Sadie took a deep breath before she began.

"Steven. If by some manner of magic or wonder you were given the chance to have been born as a girl, would you do it?"

Steven stared at Sadie for a few moments, unsure he heard her correctly. But he had. And the thoughts started coming full force.

Sadie kept the sweet smile on her face as she watched Steven slowly coming to grips with everything. His expression remained unchanging for quite a while. She knew he was really thinking this one through properly. That was fine. It was a tough question. He could take all the time he needed.

A couple minutes went by and Steven, though his expression was the same, was crying. His cheeks were warm, red, and soaking wet. Sadie saw it all happen fairly quickly and figured the best course of action was to hold him. She put her arms around him and pulled him close.

"Yeah, I would…" he said in a whisper, his voice catching multiple times.

Sadie just held tighter. "Shh… it's ok, Steven. Everything is going to be ok. Promise."

OoOoO

Back at the temple, Pearl was sitting on Steven's bed, staring at the feminine ensemble she discovered in his closet. She had lain it out on the mattress and kept looking it over, trying to wrap her head around it. She had a few ideas, but couldn't expand on them without any more information. Some of the thoughts she was having upset her.

After having sat there for almost an hour, the familiar sound of the temple door opening had awoken her from the trance she was in. She looked over and saw Amethyst's lilac colored hair bouncing up and down as she quickly made her way to the refrigerator. The purple gem didn't notice Pearl, which under any other circumstance would have been just fine. But Pearl needed to talk this out with someone.

"Amethyst," she called out, nonchalantly, "can you come take a look at this?"

Amethyst's hands were full of food, so she kicked the refrigerator door closed gently with her foot. "Pearl, come on, I'm starving, can I eat first?"

"Amethyst, please…" she continued, her normal voice beginning to waver, "It's about Steven."

That was enough to get Amethyst to put her lunch down on the counter and come see what was up.

"Whoa, chill Pearl. You sound like he died or something. Wait, Pearl, did he…?"

Pearl waved the notion off. "No no, nothing like that. Look, earlier I tried to have a discussion with him about human puberty. How his body would change and he would slowly start to become an adult male. It was… Well, to be frank, it was an odd conversation. Awkward, naturally, but every mention of body hair and deep voices made him look worse. Like I was hurting him…"

Amethyst wasn't quite sure how to respond. She just nodded, waiting for Pearl to continue.

"Toward the end of that discussion, he got up and left rather abruptly. He said he needed to take a walk, which is understandable. But after he left, I noticed he did that to the couch."

Pearl gestured down toward the sofa they were sitting on earlier, where Steven nervously tore a large gash into one of the cushions. Amethyst eyed it on her way up the stairs, concern starting to show in her face. She turned to meet Pearl's gaze, but caught sight of the outfit on the bed. Her concern mixed with confusion.

"After the whole ordeal, I found this in his closet. Amethyst, whatever this outfit is, it means a great deal to him. And with this and his behavior, I'm not sure exactly what's happening to our little boy…"

Amethyst hopped up onto the bed next to Pearl. She brushed her hand over the light blue fabric of the skirt.

"Well…" she started, thinking out loud, "Maybe he's not our little boy."

Pearl let out a small chuckle. "Yes, Amethyst, Steven is a girl and every doctor and medical textbook we've consulted has been lying to us about human reproductive organs. You cracked the case."

"Yo, P, cut it with the sarcasm for a minute, let me walk through this. I have an idea… Just hear me out, ok?"

Pearl smiled smugly, a face that said this should be good, and made a gesture as though she zipped her lips. Amethyst rolled her eyes. She hopped down from Steven's loft and onto the sofa below, then hopped up and started walking around as she talked.

"OK, so like, Steven is a gem. And a human. And we know about gems and humans, but separately. So this could be a hybrid thing, but what exactly is it? He's not transforming, I don't think, I mean, he would have freaked out if his uh… downstairs… just kinda disappeared. So it's not physical… OH so then maybe that's the problem! Pearl, you said he freaked out when you were telling him how he was going to grow up, right?"

Pearl nodded, but remained silent, the worry on her face growing. She didn't like where this was going.

"So, like, I'm racking my brain here, but can you think of a single gem that hasn't been feminine? I mean, so Jasper isn't super girly, but most humans could definitely tell she's a girl. And every gem we ever met has been a 'she' you know? So that means all gems are female. And… And Steven is a gem… Oh man, Pearl, Steven is a gem and gems are girls and it all makes sense now! Steven feels like a girl and you scared him to death by telling him he's going to grow up to be a man!"

Amethyst smiled, having cracked the case. She was proud of herself, but saw Pearl's face grow extremely upset very quickly.

"Amethyst, you might be right…" she said quietly. "We obviously don't want to push him in any direction with this, but your observations seem to be the most likely scenario. And that's likely a bad thing…"

Amethyst let out a pained groan and fell backward onto the couch below Pearl. "Ugghhh Pearl, it's ok if I'm right sometimes, you know? You don't have to get so upset every time I beat you to the punch."

Pearl waved the notion away yet again. "No, Amethyst, I'm proud of you for figuring this out, it's just… If you're right… If Steven really is a girl in a boy's body and is about to go through puberty… Well, then we don't know how to help him…"

Amethyst sat up and raised an eyebrow as Pearl continued.

"He is still going to go through male puberty, he will get facial hair, body hair, a flat chest and a deep voice… That's just how humans work. We can't stop him from aging like he is. So when he grows up, and I mean actually grows up, he will be devastated."

Amethyst realised the gravity of the situation and gave the idea some thought. Steven was going to get hurt badly by the course of his own existence. And none of the gems had any idea what to do. Pearl sat on the edge of Steven's bed and pulled the silken, feminine top to her chest and held it closely. Amethyst had suddenly lost her appetite and stayed on the couch, lost in thought. The two gems sat in silence for quite a while afterward.

OoOoO

Steven had cried into Sadie's shoulder for what seemed like an eternity to the poor girl. A few times, he had tried to say something, but he couldn't form any real words in his current state. All that came out were muffled sobs consisting mostly of vowel sounds. It was ok though, no harm done. Sadie would just have to put her shirt through the wash on a higher setting. All shirt related matters aside, she was worried about Steven. She had never seen him cry this much before. Of course, it was hard to blame the kid. Realizing something like this about you is a very difficult thing for anyone to go through. Sadie decided she didn't want to make any mistakes this time, so she gently pushed herself away from Steven while still keeping her hands on his shoulders.

"Hey, Steven, it's ok. Listen to me, everything will be fine, I want to help you. But in order to do that, I need you to try to stop crying for a bit, ok? I have an idea that might make you feel better, but you have to trust me, ok?"

Steven wiped his eyes and nodded slowly. It was easier than he thought it would be to stop crying. If he had to guess, he figured he didn't have anything left in him. It sure felt that way, in any case. Empty, numb, completely unsure about anything, but also more afraid than he had been since he thought Pearl died. His whole life was changed in a matter of seconds, all from one sentence, one idea, and he didn't know anyone else but Sadie who could help him. He couldn't bear to think about how he was going to talk to the gems about this. Human things were already weird to them, but this? This was too far. What if they stopped him from even trying to do this? That would be pretty bad. What if they didn't want to see him again? That was worse. He should know better, of course, but he was having a hard time thinking straight right now.

Sadie hopped off the bed and started digging through her closet. She and Steven had similar enough builds that he could fit into her clothes. If it worked at Beach-a-palooza, there was no reason it wouldn't work now.

Steven watched silently as garments were haphazardly thrown onto the foot of Sadie's bed in a heap. They ranged from t-shirts and pants to blouses and skirts. She only had a few dresses, but she soon made it clear that those were free game too.

"Ok, Steven, I'm going to go upstairs and make a phone call. I have to tell one person about all this, but it's ok! They're like you. Well, sort of, but they understand a lot better than I do."

Steven protested. "No! Sadie, please, don't tell anybody, I'm… I'm not ready."

Sadie shook her head. "Steven, no, listen. They're like you. Think about that. They are like you. They can help far more than I could. They know about this sort of thing, they can give you advice that I couldn't come up with if I tried."

She stared at Steven, hoping for some kind of confirmation, but he just looked longingly at the pile of clothes on the bed.

"Come on, I made you hot cocoa, I'm giving you full access to my wardrobe, and I let you cry on my favorite shirt for ten minutes straight. I wouldn't do anything right now that would hurt you. You have to trust that he can help. Do you trust me?"

Steven sheepishly nodded. He had every reason to be afraid, but he believed Sadie when she said she didn't want to hurt him.

Sadie sighed in relief and gave him a smile. "Good… This is all going to work out. Anyway, while I'm up there, you change into anything you like. Even if it's not in the pile here, feel free to use it. I want to see the real you, ok? Don't dress up to impress me, dress in a way that makes you feel good. That makes you feel whole."

Steven was sitting there, mouth agape as Sadie climbed the stairs into the kitchen. She couldn't be serious, could she? This was the most generous thing anyone had ever done for him, this had to be a joke. But then why wasn't she laughing? The answer was obvious, of course. Sadie believed Steven about everything. She didn't think he was weird or gross or funny, she just saw him as someone who needed help. She wanted him to feel comfortable and was giving him that chance. And of course he was going to take it.

Sadie closed the door to the basement behind her and pulled out her cell phone. She got to the L's on her contact list and started making a call. It rang a few times before someone finally picked up.

"Hey, it's me, listen, there's a situation at my house right now. I really need you to- … No, dude, this is way more important. It's about Steven. … Yes, I know you normally don't care about Steven, but this isn't a normal situation. Not that this isn't normal! I just- … No, that's not- Oh my gosh, look, he came here in and I asked him the same question that I asked you. The one that started everything all those years ago. … Yes, that question. … No I don't know why he came to me and I didn't say anything about you beforehand. … Why would I have called you if he said no? Look, he's in my bedroom right now trying on my clothes. … Because it felt like the right thing to do! I dunno, I'm not the most experienced person in this area, you are. Look, can you just come over? … Oh thank you… I can't do this on my own. I'll leave the door unlocked, just come downstairs. Bye!"

She ended the call and slid her phone into her pocket. Shortly after, she backed up against a wall and slid down until she was on the floor. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted loudly, "Steven, I'm going to stay up here until you're ready ok? Just yell for me whenever that is!"

She got a short response from the kid, just a simple "Ok!" from the basement. Sadie remained seated on the floor for several long minutes. This day off was turning out to be as stressful as a 12 hour shift at work. But she needed to do this for Steven. He mattered to her. And with him saving the world from being destroyed or enslaved or whatever, he probably had next to no opportunities to talk about this with anybody.

While she was trying her best to de-stress, Steven was extremely nervous. He had no idea where to even begin with this world that had just been opened up to him. Part of him wanted to climb out of one of the small windows right beneath the ceiling, but he figured he was too big to fit through. Besides, a much larger part of him wanted to try this. He kept thinking about what Sadie told him. "I want to see the real you," she said. He nodded and began going through everything.

Steven's mind was racing as he raided Sadie's closet. It was a rush of adrenaline sure, but it also was providing him almost a sense of glee. He couldn't remember the last time he felt as happy as he did right now. Someone was finally letting him explore and become his own person in his own way. That was all he wanted, and even though they were a family to him, the gems didn't provide that. They were always wanting to help him train, help him figure out his powers, discover what his destiny was, and that left him very little time to actually explore his own thoughts and feelings. And when he was afforded that time, all of this happened so quickly that he thought he might lose everything. Of course, that possibility was still real, and he knew it. Yet again, he was left with questions that would remain unanswered for some time yet. It was a feeling he didn't enjoy all that much. The uncertainty alone left him with the desire to flee Beach City and leave everyone behind. It would be easy and would ensure that none of his friends or family would chastise him for any of this. One thought, however, kept him from panicking and running away. It was something Garnet told him about, something his mother had told the fusion a long time ago. "Don't ever question this. You already are the answer."

There it was. The ultimate version of the phrase "be yourself." His mother knew it, and he took it to heart. Slowly, as his outfit started coming together, a smile crept across his lips. No matter what would happen in the future, Steven knew he would be ok because his mother made sure that everyone in The Crystal Gems understood unconditional love. It would still be a difficult talk to have, he was certain, but it made it easier to refrain from running away. A deep breath entered and exited his lungs.

"Sadie!" He yelled. "I'm… I'm ready!"

Sadie descended the stairs and turned to see Steven wearing a pink polo dress that had a pleated skirt with a white belt around the waist. On his left wrist was a chunky pale-yellow bracelet, and on his feet were a pair of decidedly more feminine sandals than his usual affair. They had a white strap that went from the ankle to the toe with a brown sole. On Steven's head was a white hairband with a yellow star. Steven does love his stars, after all.

Sadie clasped her hands together and tilted her head to the side while she let out an "Awwwww!" This caused Steven to blush and almost turn away. It was a little embarrassing, but Sadie wasn't trying to be condescending or rude about it. She just thought Steven was cute.

"Steven, you're adorable! I forgot I had some of that stuff, but you look great in it! But I don't want to take this moment away from you." She put a hand behind her head and gave her scalp a quick scratch. "How uh… How do you feel?"

The bright pink glow from Steven's stomach answered Sadie's question for her, but Steven couldn't help himself. "Sadie, I feel wonderful. Like… Like this part of me that wasn't there anymore started growing back. All of this… I mean, I can't even begin... Thank you..." His eyes started watering for the umpteenth time today, but for the first time, they were welcome. Sadie quickly approached and gave him a hug.

"It's ok, Steven. You don't have to thank me, we're friends. This is what friends do for each other. Especially when one friend has saved the Earth multiple times and basically pays your salary with the amount of donuts they buy on a regular basis… I feel like I owe you. Not that this is an obligation or anything, I just… I want my friend to be happy. Especially after all he's done for myself and where I live."

The two stayed silent for a moment, just hugging one another. Sadie wondered what could be going through Steven's mind right about now. Probably how he'll break it to the gems and how they'll react to everything. In her opinion, they were open minded as it is, so it shouldn't be a problem. Connie though? Connie would be Steven's biggest hurdle. And Steven knew it as well. He liked Connie. He liked her more than just a friend. And if Steven was actually a girl, how would Connie react? Could Connie and Steven ever be more than just friends after this news came to light? Did Connie even like girls? But every bridge would have to be crossed when Steven came to it. No sooner, no later. For now, Sadie didn't want her friend to freak out unnecessarily. She relinquished her grasp on Steven, but guided him to a chair and motioned for him to sit down.

"Steven, have a seat for a minute, we're not quite done yet. Once we do this, I'll bring out a mirror and you can see the new you. I promise, you'll like it."

Steven was nervous, but that was nothing new. Especially for a day like today. He did as he was told and took a seat in Sadie's bean-bag chair. Sadie spent a few minutes digging around in one of her drawers before she pulled out a small bag, hair brush, and curling iron, and turned around to see Steven sitting as daintily as one could in a bean-bag chair. She smiled, surprised at how much happier Steven seemed already. It was difficult to comprehend the idea of Steven ever being unhappy, but if she were being honest, Sadie probably wouldn't use the word "happy" to describe how her friend looked right now. She might rather use the word "content." She approached Steven, opening her makeup bag.

"To be honest, you're probably better at this than I am. I don't use a whole lot of makeup, but my mom bought me enough to last a lifetime. If you want, you can just have most of this once we're done here. Or uh… Well, I mean… After you talk to the gems probably."

Steven sadly nodded. "I don't know how that conversation is going to go, but I appreciate the offer. Keep it for now."

Sadie went to work on Steven's face and hair, and Steven sat still, enjoying the feeling of being pampered. The look on his face was one of pure bliss, expressing what he felt inside. The feeling was intense enough that he was certain his gem was glowing. But the light faded when he heard the footsteps upstairs. Immediately, he knew it was the person Sadie called. But she verified the thought.

"There he is…" she said in a whisper, before yelling up the stairs, "Hey, come on down! I'm giving Steven a makeover."

The mystery person had already been coming down the stairs when Sadie shouted. Steven wanted to look, but was unable to with Sadie's eyeliner pencil forcing him to look upward. But the voice gave it away almost immediately.

"Sounds like a great time, girls. But I doubt you can keep using the name 'Steven' after this."

The nasally tone, the uneven gallop down the stairs, the sarcasm in his voice that was laid on thick enough that you could feel it. Steven was unable to contain his strange mix of excitement and fear, he had to see, he had to make sure. His eyes moved down to meet this newcomer's gaze.

"...Lars…?" the words escaped his mouth slowly. Lars chuckled and held his arms out in such a way that he was presenting himself.

"The one and only."