You were lounging in your shared apartment when Katelyn got back from work. She was dressed in a cute skirt and a conservative top, her hair pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore inch-high heels. She looked flawless, radiant even, but something in her eyes seemed off.
You looked up from the couch and gave her a smile. "What's up, babe...?"
She sighed, her shoulders slumping a little as she kicked off her heels. "Well, it's a long story."
You sat up straighter, patting the cushion beside you. "I've got time."
She hesitated, then came to sit next to you, legs curled up beneath her. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, and you could tell whatever it was, it was big.
"My grandmother called today," she began. "She's... not doing great. Nothing urgent, but she's getting older, and she's been thinking about the future."
You stayed quiet, listening.
"She said she wants to give me the family home after she passes. It means a lot to her. It’s where I grew up, where she raised me after my parents passed."
You nodded slowly. "That’s... huge."
"Yeah," Katelyn said with a breathy laugh. "But there’s a catch. She wants me to come stay with her for a little while—just to reconnect, help her feel at peace about leaving the house to me."
"Okay," you said carefully. "So... what’s the problem?"
She looked away, biting her lip. "She doesn’t know. About me. About the transition."
The air in the room grew heavy.
"In fact," she continued, her voice quieter, "she thinks I’m still Keith. I never told her. I just... couldn’t. She’s very traditional. Old-fashioned."
You stayed quiet, trying to process.
"And now she thinks Keith has a girlfriend—" she glanced at you nervously. "—because of something I said years ago, and I just let it continue."
You blinked. "Wait. She thinks you’re a guy living with his girlfriend?"
Katelyn nodded, wincing. "Yeah. And now she wants Keith to come stay with her. With his girlfriend. You."
You blinked again.
"I know it’s a lot to ask," she said quickly. "But this house... it’s more than just a house to me. It’s everything. It’s the one place that ever felt like home, before you."
You looked at her, really looked at her—the way her eyes were shining with nerves and hope, the way she was wringing her hands—and you knew your answer before she even finished her thought.
"So," you said slowly, a smile tugging at the edge of your lips. "You want me to pretend to be Keith’s girlfriend while you go back to being Keith—for a little while?"
She nodded. "Just for a couple weeks. Until I’ve spent enough time with her that she feels comfortable with everything. After she passes... I can finally let go of Keith for good. I never want to be him again."
You took her hand. "Then I guess I’m Keith’s girlfriend."
She laughed, eyes misty with gratitude, and pulled you into a hug. "Thank you."
"But," you added, pulling back to smirk, "you’re buying me all the wine I want when this is over."
"Deal."
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