“What the fuck are you wearing? You can see my nipples—cover me up immediately!” demanded Kim as Hank greeted her.
“Hey Kim, you have the body, might as well flaunt it. Plus, technically this is my body now, and I like dressing this way.” Hank knew he was happy and comfortable now, and it did not matter what Kim thought.
“Well, at least pull that jacket over me while we chat.”
Reluctantly, Hank covered himself.
“I asked you here today, Hank, because I need to know how you feel about me getting married. Now, I know—”
“I don’t care,” said Hank, cutting across Kim, who looked at him in surprise.
“You don’t care about your own body?”
“That is not my body anymore, and it never will be. I have accepted that and moved on. I don’t get your permission every time I sleep with my girlfriend, do I? So I don’t care what you do or with who, okay?”
Kim was a little shocked by this response. She just needed to hear him say it was okay, which he had kind of said in not so many words.
“Now, if this is all you wanted to talk about, I need to go.”
She nodded and watched her former body walk off. Kim knew she had to move on—she was about to get married for god’s sake. Maybe that interaction was what she needed.
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