Cara's POV
Bubbles bloom and rise from the wands Leila and I blow in my bedroom. We both lie on my bed, swim goggles strapped over our eyes, because it only takes making that mistake one time to learn to take better precautions. The rainbow globes distort the sight of the ceiling, until they burst, sprinkling my cheeks with soap. We both talk while the bubbles float and pop.
"Do you know how to put on a binder?" Leila asks me.
"I've watched a bunch of Youtube videos."
I raise the wand and give it another blow, making a bubble grow and let go.
"Cause you have to do the right stuff to be safe," Leila states.
"I know."
"Funny how I want boobs, and you want to get rid of them."
"Maybe I could give you mine. Like, through a transplant. Is that a thing?"
"Probably not for eleven-year-olds."
"I don't want mine gone all the time. Just sometimes."
A knock on my door, swivels my and Leila's heads toward my mom and dad. Mom holds my new binder, blue and never used, up for me to see. My excitement doesn't let her finish when she tries to speak.
"Okay, we washed it—"
"Can I try it on?" I ask and leap off my bed.
"Yeah." Mom nods her head. "Just make sure—"
"I know: pull it up, not down, start inside out and flip it around, and if it hurts, it's not right."
I grab the binder and close the door tight.
Buffy's POV
Cara is so fast to take the binder from me and close the door that I don't even have time to process it before it's happened.
"They're excited," Marty says.
"Yeah. I hope this is gonna help their gender dysphoria. It can't be easy going through a puberty that doesn't fit you."
I will never be able to fully understand what it's like to be Cara, or just to be non-binary. I feel like my child is teaching me more everyday, and I pray I'm doing enough and understanding enough to understand them.
Marty takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, saying, "Hey, we'll just continue to do our best to help them be happy with who they are."
He looks at me, and it doesn't take long for the instinct to kiss me to kick in, and his lips ever so softly grace mine.
A scream from the other side of Cara's door frightens me alert, and a second later their door whizzes wide open, revealing my child in a T-shirt, looking happier than ever.
"Mom, Dad, look!" they squeak.
Cara turns to the side and presses their hands to their chest, dragging them down their whole front to highlight the flat surface. They stand there, beaming uncontrollably, looking down at their self in excitement.
"I'm glad you like it," I say, their smile spreading onto me.
"Thank you so much!"
They don't need to thank us. We're only doing what any decent parent should do.
"Now just remember not to wear it all day," Marty reminds them. "And start with only a few hours at a time to get used to it."
"I know, I've heard all the precautions."
They run over to their friend and continue sharing their joy, jumping a little with each step.
Marty leans over, close enough to whisper to me, "I think we're going a pretty good job with them."
I smile and squeeze his hand tighter.
A/N: Yall, okay, so I did actually buy fabric to cosplay Amber's uniform for The Spoon. I'm actually really hyped. Anyway, I love you guys, and I miss Andi Mack, but I know this show will forever be a part of me, because if I'm being honest, it kept me alive for a solid year when I didn't see the purpose in anything. But this show and this community kept me looking forward to something and feeling like I had a reason to be here. And I'm so thankful for that. I have two more short episodes planned. I think the next one will be well-liked by the Braydeion shippers.
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