"That's how it works," Anakin agreed, backing away, holding tightly to the waistband of her jeans. She had to wonder how long Rahne had been a guy. And how long, come to that, Anakin had been a girl. Had there been any same-sex kissing? What would even constitute same-sex kissing?
And she couldn't help but notice that Rahne was taller as a male than Anakin had been. Damn. "Could you... throw me my shirt?" Anakin still thought like a male, and as such it had taken a moment to realize that instead of being "shirtless," Anakin was technically "topless." Anakin loved breasts (as Rahne was exquisitely aware) but not, for preference, her own.