InsaneJournal

Their clothes mirrored each other in the calm of a Sunday afternoon. Her chair rocked gently, adapting to the height of her legs so long as she thought about it some small amount. That she did because this afternoon eased the past few days of being a man. The hard part had been dealing with everyone else, who couldn't accept it was her. But Jody pushed against the ground, leaning back, and got her head back in the conversation.

"I've adopted a plot at the Sabine Community Garden," Jody shared. It wasn't a large plot, but like Sam's dog, Zeppelin, it was forward looking aspects that made this place into a home. "I'm still choosing what I want to plant. But I know there will be tomatoes, and I'm considering summer squash and melons for this season with some carrots or beans for the fall." She took another sip of beer, in no rush.