2/2 I don’t think you’d write anything fetishizing/transphobic, I just see a lot of it online. It’s either kinky-docile-submissive sissyb*ys, or it’s folks emasculating trans-masc bc Masc is Bad. Soft Shy Fem trans boys only!“ Both are transphobic and gross. The humiliating-dysphoric shame is at home. I talk to mom about Trans, it’s she’s hearing I killed her daughter, started wearing her skin, and expect her to keep going on like normal. In her head she’s still waiting for the prodigal daugther
-hugs so much-
Of course I can!
I hope you’re able to find people in your life that will fully accept you for who you are. ❤ And I hope this little story brings something positive to your life, even if it’s only for a moment.
I wasn’t sure what pronouns to use for Julian because you asked for Julian to be Genderqueer/NB, so I went with they/them pronouns and referring to Julian as “the doctor” where it made sense to. I had to edit out some unconscious he/him pronouns for Julian. If there are others that I missed, please let me know.
I went way out of order for this one, but I didn’t want to write something heavy today but I still wanted to get something out.
Another Order
The door opening broke Garak out of his work-induced trance. He glanced up from the black and greens of the Andorian fabric and caught the gaze of Doctor Bashir, who’s gentle smile brought a familiar warmth that carried like a modest Cardassian wind. In the doctor’s hand was a Federation PADD. Garak offered a smile of his own.
“I wasn’t aware we had arrangements today,” Garak said.
“We don’t. I want to place an order.” Julian stopped near the counter.
“Another one of your holosuite costumes?”
“Not this time. I’d actually like to get something casual I can wear around the station.”
“Did you have something in mind?”
Julian pushed the PADD towards Garak with it’s usual enthusiastic flare. Garak took it and looked upon the screen. There were a few pictures to cycle through. All of the pieces were dresses – knee length, sleeveless ones with just an edge of play curling against the seams. Reds and oranges were painted across all of them. The necklines were all the same too. They were angled, with points near the arms that offered a square appearance. Garak frowned.
“Charming pieces,” Garak said, “But may I ask you a question, Doctor?”
“Of course.”
“How attached are you to the choice of neckline?”
Garak glanced up. Julian’s smile turned into a small frown. The doctor’s brows creased together in a familiar press. A puzzlement. Garak placed the PADD aside and picked his own up off the work station. He flicked through several images.
“The square neckline that you’ve chosen gives the piece a more sophisticated feel. If you are aiming for a casual look, as you insisted, there are better options, especially with the colors you’ve chosen.” Garak stopped on a different neckline, voided the colors of the dress, and turned the PADD to Julian. He showed the doctor a rounded neckline closer to the neck with a sleeveless design. “A jewel neckline.”
“You don’t think it’s too conservative?” Julian asked. Garak turned the PADD around again and backed through a few options.
“If you wish to show more skin, there are options for that as well,” Garak answered. He chose a wider opening, one that would still cover the dear doctor’s collarbone but showed some shoulder, then turned it for Julian to see. “A bateau, perhaps. It is not quite as casual that the jewel neckline, but it does showcase your shoulders more.”
“What about an off-the-shoulder neckline?” Julian asked. Garak turned the PADD around, flicked to one such option, and turned it back to the good doctor.
“They are designed to be more sophisticated, but with the right print and accessories, I believe such a neckline could be made for a casual dress.” Garak saw the enthusiasm wash back over Julian’s face. He turned the PADD around once more. “One more neckline for you consideration, Doctor.”
Garak flicked through the options. He stopped on a neckline with a sheer piece. Under the collarbone, the fabric was changed to a solid, to cover what skin the good doctor would have over his chest, over his heart, and anything below it. He turned the PADD. “This is an illusion neckline. You will not have any sleeve fabric you have will be sheer, so you can showcase as much of your shoulders and collarbones as you wish. These are usually intended for formal events, but I believe I can make you a casual dress with such a neckline.”
“Could we use the same colors as the other dresses?”
“Yes, I believe so.” Garak placed the PADD on the counter and moved to the design portion. He input Julian’s sizing into a program, which he saved for such occasions, and picked a knee-length option. The cut itself looking quite suitable, though a little too formal. He spoke as he changed the pleating of the skirt, the waistline, the cut of the solid neckline. “Such necklines are better for dresses of a solid color. But a thin belt would break up the bold color nicely but still provide you with the casual appearance you’re looking for.”
Garak applied a rich red – one without patterns – a changed the top to a sheer red of the same shade.
“It’s pretty,” Julian said. Something hung on the doctor’s words. Garak looked over at them. Despite the compliment, a frown reemerged.
“You don’t sound convinced, Doctor.”
“No, I am, it’s pretty, it’s just… the color looks weird the model’s skin.”
“You are quite tan, my dear. May I suggest a pink, perhaps?” Garak switched the color palette to a gentle pink. Julian hummed. Garak continued to change the hues slowly, silently.
“Stop.” Garak paused at a light pink, a near while. “A little pinker.” Garak edged the scale. “There. That. I love that.”
“It’s not quite the look you came in here with, Doctor.”
“That’s okay. I like this more.”
“Excellent. Shall I make this order for you?”
“Please!” Julian’s enthusiasm made Garak smile. He saved the image and transposed the dress size information to his order list.
“I’ll begin your order a week from today. Would you like to order another piece as well, something more suiting to what you came in with, or would you rather wait for this order to be completed first before deciding on another?”
“I’ll wait. Who knows, maybe Chief O’Brien and I will have other holosuite costumes to order. Thanks, Garak. And see you for lunch tomorrow?”
“Yes, see you tomorrow.”
Julian grinned and nearly skipped out the door. Garak could feel the doctor’s positive energy resonate in his shop for hours after they left.