Her eyes drew on his now much older frame than when she first met him.

His apron hugged his thin frame, bringing out nearly effeminate curves.

Elizaveta smiled as she remembered dressing him up in dresses when he was younger.

She dimly recalled that Feliciano did not mind what clothes he wore.

The Hungarian could remember times when her Italian boyfriend crossdressed nowadays as well.

Feliciano was unbelievably comfortable in his own skin.

He was very happy with who he was, bisexual and all, though Elizaveta felt no fear of her boyfriend leaving her for another man or woman; he was in love with her as he was sure to remind her often enough.

"Eli, come on!" Feliciano urged his once adoptive mother to return to baking with him; Elizaveta helped her boyfriend out with a gentle smile on her face.