"You know what comes after that, right Frank?"
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mother's mouth... Was this really happening?
"Oh my god." I said, realising what would come from that.
Gerard held my hand.
"Frank, you're going to get the surgeries."
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The thought of that made me so happy, it really did. But that word, that plural; surgeries.
J want to make Gerard happy, and I want to be the best boyfriend I can be... But I can't, I wasn't born the same way he was...
I don't have a dick.
Don't get me wrong! I don't like what I currently have, at all... Its just... I don't think I want bottom surgery... But Gerard looked so happy when be thought about me getting it... and I want to make him happy, more than anything.
Fuck... What do I do?
