At first Suzie and Liza really seemed to be hitting if off. They had similar interests and Liza really appeared to appreciate Suzie's bubbly personality. Then Liza said something Suzie didn't understand at first. "Goddess, it's so good to be here with a real girl. These places tend to be infested with fakes."
"Fakes?"
Liza grimaced. "You know. Second Puberty." she said mockingly. "They grow tits and they think that makes them women even though they were never girls and it takes decades to unlearn male privilege if they ever do, which most don't. All they know about lesbianism comes from porn. I can always tell."
"So you don't like Second Puberty women?"
"I don't hate them" answered Liza defensively "I just think they should respect our spaces. They can get their own clubs."
Suzie rummaged in her purse for one of Sean's old photo ID's she kept around to remind her how far she had come. She showed it to her date. "A year ago that was me. I'm a Second Puberty gal."
"Bullshit. I can always tell."
"Not bullshit." Suzie wasn't smiling now.
"You tricked me!" Liza's face was turning red.
"How did I trick you? I didn't mention it because I didn't think it was important! Anyway I thought you could always tell!"
"That is so typically male!"
"I think this date is over" said Suzie, quietly. Liza paused for a moment, then stalked off.
The bartender, a short, dark-skinned woman with a short haircut came over to Suzie who was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "Lotta assholes out there. Next one's on the house. My girlfriend's Second Puberty and she's pretty damn awesome."