*~Leon's POV~*
"So… do I look manly enough now?" she asked, spinning around in her oversized clothes.
"Yes, you look manly enough, Harara," I said as we walked out of the store. I finished paying the store owner and caught up to her.
"Well, we need to do something about my name. If I want to identify as a man, then I must have a man's name." She placed her hands on her hips. "So what kind of name would you want me to have, husband?"
I thought for a moment. "How about… Eric?"
"Eric?" She blinked. "Do I look like an Eric?"
I looked her up and down—oversized jacket, short hair, the tiniest frame ever. She definitely looked like a feminine, confused little man.
"Yes," I said. "You look like an Eric."
"Okay then, if you say so, husband." She breathed.
"You need to stop calling me that." I quickly said turning around to see if the store owner heard that.
"Why? You are my husband. Why would I stop calling you husband?" She asked confused to the core.
