Transition Rex before the Wedding

We have remained best friends for 32 years. Through both our journeys of gender identity, through his first marriage and bearing a wonderful son, through my realization that i liked all genders but was actually demi, which falls under the Ace umbrella, and his journey discovering he was male and separating from his ex, and also demi. He was there for me during my Ovarian failure and early menopause, even offering to delay his transition so he could surrogate for me.

We spent years lamenting to each other about how dating around wasnt working, and how we longed to have a connection with a significant other the way we had a connection with each other.

I moved to LA to become a TV writer, he stayed in Michigan and found his calling as a PTA, helping people recover.

The other day, I texted him.

Me: you should finish divorcing your ex and just marry me.

Him: Ok.

Me:...

Him:...

Me: Im gonna call you.

So now were engaged.

We'd like to finish 3 things before the wedding.

1- finish divorcing the ex. (I would like to note that me, he, and the ex are all still friends and get along great! There are no bad guys here)

2- straighten out the dual citizenship for his (and soon to be my) son. I get to be a mom!

3- finish his transition.

Thats what this money is for. His insurance does not cover top surgery or hormones, and we'd really like that finished before the wedding.

You have no idea how much i want to see him with a beard.

And apparently there was a betting pool on how long it would take us to figure this out.

So yes. That is the story of the shittiest proposal known to man, to the man Ive loved since I was 8, from a pair of oblivious demisexuals.

We're going to have our happily ever after, regardless. We'd just like you to help us do it with less boobs.

Thank you so much!

And no, you can't write this story, cuz as a writer myself, I get dibs.

Gillian