Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you are, and always have been, female.
Rating: No content warnings
Day Fourteen: Genderbent
You lay draped across your bed as you wait for Cronus to show up. She'd never been very good at showing up on time and today is no different. At least she'd had the decency to call this time. You sit up and decide to change your clothes again. She'd told you to dress nicely after all. Though she refused to tell you where you were going.
You slip off the bed and strip down again. She has you wondering if you should wear a dress or if your usual sweater and skirt combo would suffice. You check the clock and decide that you have time for another shower. You unbraid your hair before getting in and standing under the hot spray. You clean yourself quickly and get out, toweling off and blow drying your hair.
You walk to your room and dig through your clothes. You find a red dress that you haven't worn in a long time and pull on a cardigan over it. After some deliberation, you leave your hair down. It feels nice to have a little extra warmth in the cool March air and you don't often leave it like this.
Soon after you're dressed you hear a knock at the door. You answer and look down and she waves at you before wrapping her arms around your neck and giving you a kiss. You return it eagerly and hum against her lips, though you can't help but to feel like something is off. Like somehow you're too tall or she's too short.
But you shove this feeling aside and leave with her.
She takes you to an incredibly nice restaurant, which of course makes you uncomfortable with how under dressed you are, but she tells you not to sweat it. That you look beautiful as always. And that makes your whole face flush a dark shade of red as you look through the menu for something to eat.
After the meal, the two of you go back to your apartment and lay in your bed. She presses a soft kiss to your lips as she sits in your lap and your hands hold her hips, rubbing circles with your thumbs. She moves from your lips to your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping as she moves. You're not sure you'll ever get used to how much he does that.
He?
No. No, Cronus is a woman. She's your girlfriend. There are no male pronouns in your relationship, you're sure.
But that buzzing in the background. What is that? You try to look for a source while her hands undo the zipper of your dress. You can't find it and you're too distracted to look any harder as he moves down further...
He again. You're not sure where your brain is going
And then you wake up.
You scratch your head and run your fingers through your short, messy hair. You get out of bed to shave before eating, but then you decide to call Cronus.
"Hey, babe. What's up?" His voice is deep and melodic and right.
"I just had the strangest dream..."
"You wanna tell me about it?" You hear the click of a lighter. He must be having a cigarette. Such a deplorable habit.
"I think so..." And so you tell him, and he listens. Like he always listens to your dreams. He asks a few snide questions about what he looked like and what you looked like, but you brush them off. And you let him know that, even when the dream felt strange, being with him felt right.
He's silent for a little while.
But then he tells you that he's coming over.
You make no move to argue and instead smile at your reflection.