Different But Unique

TW's:
-Mentions medication
-Mentions surgery
-Recovery

George's POV

I was allowed to go home five days later. I couldn't walk and I couldn't do anything actually. I got a catheter in the hospital, because I wasn't able to pee then, but I was really happy everything worked again now. Clay had carried me to his bed and I had been laying down for a few minutes. Clay came upstairs after he had been downstairs for a little and he came in with a plate.

'Look, Georgie. I have a drink for you and I made you two sandwiches.'

I smiled and I grabbed the plate. 'Thank you so much.'

'How is the pain?'

'It's okay, I feel okay.'

'Do you need to use the toilet?'

'I don't at the moment.'

'Tell me when you do, I will help you, Georgie.'

I smiled and I hugged Clay tightly as I ate my sandwiches. 'Do you want me to wash you? I know you can't use the shower, but I can care for you.'

I smiled shyly. 'Do you want to?'

'Of course, I'll let you eat first,' Clay smiled as he cuddled up with me again.

I quickly ate my sandwiches and I drank some water. Clay smiled at me and he pulled my shirt off, grabbing a sponge. He started carefully washing me a little and dried me off after, cuddling up with me again. He looked at my scars on my chest and smiled. 'You're so beautiful.'

I smiled shyly. 'I'm so much happier now. It might sound so dumb that I'm so happy with something that's so normal for you, but I genuinely am.'

'It doesn't sound dumb at all, Georgie. For me it might be normal, but for you it isn't and I'm so glad you can feel like you're beautiful now.'

I hugged Clay tightly.

'Is it recovering well?' Clay asked, kissing my cheek.

'I think it is.'

'Can I see it? I don't mean this in a weird way, I'm just genuinely curious about how it looks now.'

I smiled and nodded. Clay really carefully pushed the sheets and my boxers down a little and he smiled. 'It's healing well, Georgie.'

I looked down too and I just smiled. 'Is it a bit similar to what it's supposed to look like?'

Clay nodded and he smiled softly. 'It's really similar and I like it.'

I smiled shyly and Clay cuddled up with me again after carefully pulling my boxers up again. 'Can I do anything for you? Do you need to use the toilet? Do you need some more food or drinks? Do you want some painkillers?'

'I'm fine, I just want to cuddle with you,' I smiled. 'Do you mind me sleeping for a little? I'm genuinely exhausted.'

'I don't mind at all, I'm tired too. I think it's because of the medication.'

'Are you sure this is the right medication then?'

'It is, I'm way calmer. I can maybe lower my doses in consultation with the psychiatrist now it's the holiday. I don't need to concentrate now, I just don't want to make myself crazy.'

'Do what's best for you, I like you either way.'

'Have I ever annoyed you, George? I'm sorry for not realising you are transgender, I'm sorry that I didn't help you earlier.'

'I didn't even want you to realise I'm transgender, I wanted you to see me as a boy.'

'You are a boy and I will always see you as one, unless you tell me you want to be called a girl.'

'I absolutely don't want to be called a girl ever again, what would you do if I would though?'

'I'd still love you,' Clay said, kissing my whole face. 'Can I tell you something?'

'Of course.'

'I know like- you want to be really manly and such, but I guess I have often had times where I wanted to be the opposite. I'm not transgender or I don't really want to be a girl, I just really like girlish things.'

'Aww, I'm proud you've told me. That's totally fine.'

Clay sighed relieved. 'I was scared you wouldn't like me after that because you want nothing to do with girlish things, even though it's just bullshit to me. Clothes and whatever is for everyone.'

I nodded and kissed his cheek. 'What do you like?'

'I mean- makeup is cool, just as more womanly clothes,' Clay giggled nervously.

I smiled and I held him tight to my body. 'That's totally fine, Clay. For my part you wear makeup and a dress all day and I wouldn't mind.'

Clay looked down at his hands with a red face. 'I'm a bit ashamed about it. I sometimes feel like a girl,' he whispered really quietly. He looked really sad and suddenly started crying. 'I never told anyone.'

'Hey, come here,' I smiled and I hugged him tightly. 'That's totally fine, Clay. Have you heard of bigender or gender-fluid?'

'No,' he whispered.

'Bigender is when you identify as both genders and gender-fluid is when you feel like a different gender every day. Are there days you like the pronouns she/her?'

Clay didn't say anything. 'I'm embarrassed.'

'There is no need to be embarrassed about this at all, okay?'

'I'm happy to be a boy, but there are days I feel like a girl.'

'Shall we look up what gender-fluid means?'

Clay nodded slowly and I grabbed my phone to show him what it meant. He nodded slowly. 'I recognise that.'

I kissed his cheek. 'I'm so proud of you for telling me. Nothing changed, I still love you just as much as I did before.'

Clay smiled. 'I guess I have another flag to buy.'

'Can I buy a transgender flag?' I whispered.

'I will buy you one. This is your room too now so I will hang it on our wall too.'

We cuddled up even tighter with each other as Clay bought a gender-fluid and a transgender flag on internet. He kissed my cheek after that and smiled at me. 'I love you, Georgie.'

'I love you too.'

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