“Yeah, in theory. If I’m right, and you’re too shitty an actor to be faking who you are, then I don’t have a problem with it. In all honesty, it actually takes a little pressure off me.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, you’re the first boy I ever liked. And I mean ever. I didn’t know I was capable of crushing on a guy, so I’ll admit, I was really nervous about the whole sex thing with you. Wasn’t sure my interest would actually extend to playing with another guy’s dick, you know?”
That startled a bit of a laugh from Anton’s throat, and he ducked his head over the drink to smile stupidly for a split second, his anxiety cracking down the middle and easing.
“I won’t know, one hundred percent, if I’m actually good with this until I try it out, but I have no…I don’t know, moral objection? If being a guy is what you want, then whatever. You’re not hurting anybody.”
Anton swallowed. “If people found out, you’d be the guy with a tranny boyfriend.”