Chapter 2

Month One: Part One

Sara POV:

"Tegan Quin," a nurse called, pulling my attention away from the magazine I was flipping through. The magazine gets put back on the table as Tegan and I stand to walk to her doctor's office. We walk in, taking seats across from Dr. Kimmelman's desk, she closes the door behind us then makes her way to her chair.

"Tegan Quin. It is so good to see you, you're looking quite different these days. How have you been feeling since I saw you last?"

"I'm feeling great, no complaints so far. And yes, this past month has really quickened the changes," Tegan says as I inspect their face, they do look pretty different. This is Tegan's three month checkup, the past month bringing on the most noticeable changes yet. Their jaw is a little wider, less chubby cheeks, and more muscle. I can tell they are happier and more confident, I never thought Tegan had any more personality to display but I was wrong. They haven't changed, but they've become more themselves. I feel like I'm watching Tegan grow in front of my eyes, and I feel like I'm growing with them too. I realized I zoned out while Tegan was talking and they noticed too, their smirk appearing as we made eye contact. "So to answer your question, yes I'm loving every change so far. And by the look on this one's face," they say looking over to me, "I think I'm not alone."

I smile widely at Tegan's confidence, "Yes, I'd agree that you're not alone." I turned my attention to the doctor, "Things have been going great. I only got their pronouns wrong once in this past month. Though in a few months when they switch to he, I'll have to adjust again. We've been working on preventing the depression that often comes with transitioning. Each morning and night we both name a thing that we like that has changed or something we're looking forward to seeing, that sort of thing."

"That's great to hear, though try to not allow the 'looking forward to' things outnumber the others. Part of the depression is from wanting to wake up one morning in a completely new body. But I'm very proud of how you have been doing Tegan, and I'm incredibly happy to know you have your twin there being as supportive as she has been," Dr. Kimmelman beamed at us.

Tegan's doctor spoke about how well their lab reports are, how everything is going as planned, my heart was fluttering from happiness. After the appointment we went home, Tegan was very excited to do their post- appointment pictures we've been taking. I went into the study to grab my camera case, I walked back into our room to take the progress photos.

Tegan walks out of the bathroom, her shirt and binder removed. She stood against the wall in only her boxer briefs. With my camera in hand, I hold it up and begin taking the photos of them. We take multiple photos, ensuring to get many photos of each side of their body. I take the camera down to take a look at the photos, I smile as I know how happy this set will make Tegan. They come up to me, taking my face within their hands, "thank you, thank you so much Sara," Tegan says as tears well up on the brim of their eyelid.

"Oh baby, no tears. I am so damn proud to be by your side to see you go through this change. Even in the past three months, I can tell how much happier you are. You make my heart so full. I will be by your side for this entire process and beyond," I tell her as I begin to tear up. I notice that Tegan's tears are happy tears, their smile grows wider with each syllable out of my mouth.

"I'm so happy that I'm the one that gets to be yours. Can we sit down and talk after I get a shirt on," they must see the worry in my eyes as I hear the words. "Nothing bad, I promise. Just some details I want our thoughts on."

My worry fades away as Tegan walks back into the bathroom to change. I head to the office to put my camera back in its place. In the kitchen, I prepare us coffee, knowing Tegan like coffee a lot more these days. Tegan walks into the kitchen, they wrap arms around my stomach and lightly kisses my neck. I hand them the coffee and we walk over to the couch. "So, what would you like my thoughts on?"

"Well I've been thinking about the surgeries and I wanna talk to you about what I've been thinking," Tegan says after taking a sip of the hot coffee. I motion for Tee to continue, "As far as top surgery goes, I'm thinking I'll wait a little bit for that. Probably aiming around the one year mark on T for that. I mean the longer you can feel me up the better, right?"

I return the smirk Tegan gives me from the statement. "I'm fine with whenever you chose to get that done, but I can't deny that, the more time I get to cherish your chest the better," I teased. "But seriously Tee, don't make that the reason you wait, you'll still have nipples for me to love."

Tegan laughed and nodded in agreement. "Now for bottom surgery, I'm not sure how much you know about that surgery, but right now it's not possible to have a fully functioning cock. So I think I'm going to hold off until that is possible." I nod, knowing that it probably isn't too far off in the future for that capability. "I don't want to have to pump anything to get an erection, nor not be able to enjoy an orgasm. I mean, I want to get a boner when I'm with you, ya know?"

I chuckle at their point, "I'd want the same. You know I support your choices no matter what, but I do want you to be able to have a fully functioning dick so you can enjoy when I'm riding you."

Tegan blushes and laughs at my blunt statement. They turn their attention to the tv, realizing there is nothing on the black screen. I grab the remote sitting in front of me on the coffee table, I flick through the guide, finding nothing that Tegan and I watch.

"OH! Rick and Morty, I hear that's hysterical," Tegan exclaims as they point to the screen. I give Tegan an amused 'really?' face and selected the program. "It's at the beginning of the episode too!"

Tegan and I sit comfortably with each other, both of us laughing at the show rather frequently. Tegan hoped up, turning to me saying "Hey Sare, wanna have some fun?"

I stood up to follow Tegan to the bedroom but they put a hand on my chest and pushed me back on the couch. "What," I asked, confused from the sequence of events.

"Wait here." Tegan left the room with a sly and secretive smile on their lips. The television took my attention from my questions as I waited for Tegan. Moments later Tegan walked back out of the bedroom. The smile playing on their lips mixed with their hands behind the back, I grew suspicious of what was to come. "So, it's been some time since we smoked last,"

My confusion grew as I recalled our habit of having a cigarillo when we drink. A black plastic container showed itself when Tegan brought their hands around to their front. "What's in there," I asked, my question being quickly answered as Tegan opened the container, the smell of weed punching my face and I inhale deeply. "Damn. I missed that smell."

Tegan POV:

I sat between Sara's legs on the edge of the couch, her legs wrapped around my stomach immediately. I opened the air tight container to pull out my paraphernalia. A pipe, some cigarillo packs, a few lighters, a grinder and of course a decent amount of weed in a baggie. "Woah, what is that like a quarter?"

"Hah, maybe. I might've gotten a little excited when I thought of this. You can actually thank yourself for this, you're the one who gave me the idea." I kept my eyes on the objects on the table, holding the baggie up to my nose to smell the fresh buds. "So, Sara Quin, what's it going to be?"

"Hm. Can we do a little of both," I grinned widely at her willingness to smoke with my.

"Oh! I forgot something. A very exciting something actually," I freed herself from Sara's legs and ran back into the bedroom. A minute later, I returned. Two things were held in my hands behind my back. I revealed the left hand first, Sara's inhaler.

"Ah yes, a very exciting something," Sara teased me, "Seriously thank you, this was a good catch."

"Guess what else I have," tempting Sara.

"I have no idea, honestly."

Then I revealed my right hand, holding a large bong in front of Sara's wide eyes. "Look what someone kept all these years."

"Shut the fuck up. You kept Tara? Jesus, it's like 10 years old."

I smiled and kissed her cheek, resuming our seats back on the couch. "Fuck yeah I kept Tara, can't just get rid of piece we named after ourselves! Though for the record, I still think Segan would've been cooler." The weed made its way into and out of the grinder. I packed the pipe and the bowl for the bong, then quickly rolled the blunt. Surprisingly, I was able to roll it pretty well, I guess blunt rolling is like riding a bike, once you know you never forget.

Sara came back into the family room, two cups in her hands, "I got us something to drink, and I put out a few snacks on the island in case we get the munchies."

"You always were the best smoking bud-dy." Sara laughed at my favorite pun from over the years.

"Alright, we've got everything we need. Let's lay back and light up," Sara laughing at her reference to her own song. "Let's do the blunt first to get us going then we can take our time with the bowl and bong." I nodded and agreed with the plan of action.

The Game grape cigarillo rested between my lips, holding the lighter up to the end. I put the lighter back on the table as I continued to inhale slowly, my lungs filling with the thick smoke as I pulled my mouth away. I inhaled deeper, ensuring the smoke has its chance to do its job. Sara took the blunt as I held my hand out, she smirked as I coughed a few times during my exhale. Sara mimicked my actions, not inhaling fully to ease her lungs into the process. Sara exhaled slowly, not coughing once. "Damn, you took a fair bit and didn't cough once. Sasa's still got it!"

"Fucking bet your ass I do. Don't doubt my skills," she said then began to laugh, "But also don't challenge me because I will die." Our laughter bounced off the walls in the house. For my next hit I kept it lighter, not wanting to get higher than Sara, I want us to keep about the same. The blunt went pretty quick, we finished it in a little under 5 minutes. By the time I was ashing out the roach, Sara and I were obviously at a decent high. Sara moved closer to me and put her arm around me, I was slightly slouched into the couch so her slightly shorter form was easily able to rest her arm around my shoulders. Sara sat up and took the bong into her hands, "Oh how I'm glad to see you back in my hands baby," Sara spoke to Tara.

Laughter came roaring out of my mouth. "Jesus, Sara. That high, huh?"

Sara's famously adorable giggle came out as she shrugged and put the bong up to her mouth. Flame licked the edge of the bowl gently as Sara began inhaling. Smoke filled the shaft of the bong as she continued to inhale. Her hand pulled the bowl out, taking a sharp inhale to clear the hit. Sara handed me the lighter as I picked up the pipe, I lit the bowl in the same fashion and took a decent sized hit.

"Fuck Teeg. Bongs are amazing!" Sara took a deep breath of air then exhaled, my eyebrow cocked as I eyed her actions. "Breathing feels so cool right now. I'm high."

I smiled at Sara's statement, when either of us said we were high, oh you bet we are. "Ha. Wait till you get the bowl, that thing hits so good. And same, also high." We resumed our previous position on the couch. Another episode of Rick and Morty had just began, we sat and watched happily. A few minutes passed then I sat up and handed Sara the pipe. She took her hit, then I hit the bong. The bubbles were sounding at a rapid rate as I inhaled to collect the smoke, I had my breath held for only a couple of seconds when I coughed out in laughter. Rick had turned himself into a teenager and yelled "TINY RICK!", seriously the funniest thing I've ever heard.

Sara POV:

They're going on about 3 full minutes of laughter and I couldn't help but join in soon after it began. Tegan's laugh when their high is so fucking cute. Tegan calms down enough to take the remaining hit off the pipe, as soon as the smoke fills their lungs, Tee stands up and runs around the coffee table yelling "TINY RICK!" with hands held straight above her head.

I spend another minute laughing hysterically at Tegan's antics. They then reach out for the remote and turn off the TV, "Let's get into some trippy conversation. Don't think I forgot about all of our high talks as teens. That shit used to be my favorite."

Laughing at Tegan, I smiled and turned toward them on the couch, my legs crossed on the cushion. "Those conversations were probably the highlight of my teenage years," Tegan smiled widely and winked at me. "Honestly, I think it was in the middle of one when I realized I was in love with you. So we can thank weed for our relationship." Their face turned into one of pure content and love, I smiled and leaned forward on my shins and pulled my sibling in by their neck. I smiled down at Tegan, playing with the hair curled at the hairline, they gave me the sweetest smile I've ever seen. Their eyes glowing with love and happiness. My head leans down and our lips meet each other softly. Hands roam up under my shirt, resting on my ribs before they make their way up to my breast. A moan builds in my throat from the gentle nature of this interaction. "Not so fast there Tee. Don't think we're having sex instead of getting into some deep conversation," Tegan laughs deeply and their eyes roll in fake annoyance. "I'm on a great high right now, so lets get this shit started."