"Can I talk to you, Maggie?"
"Sure, Janice, what is it?"
"It's about your brother."
"Michael?"
"Yes, he's been hinting, I think he wants to propose. We're going out to dinner Saturday, and he's been making a big occasion out of it."
"How do you feel about it?"
Janice smiled. "On one hand, great. I feel better with him, I feel more like a woman with him, than any time else. I love him, and I know he loves me."
"But?"
"But I know he wants kids. He wants to be a better father than his dad was. He loves kids. And I can't give him kids."
"But he knows that."
"I know. And it doesn't matter to him now. But it might."
"You could adopt."
"That might be hard, for someone whose parents only escaped prison because they turned into cats."
"Hmmm. . .well, you don't have to decide anything right now. I have a feeling this may look different in a day or two."
The next morning the trans women's groups Janice participated in on Twitter and Facebook were buzzing. A new medical procedure had just been announced that enabled the full transplantation of working reproductive systems, for both trans women and trans men. Several hospitals and clinics were interested in offering it, and for some reason American insurance companies would even pay for it. "Wow." said Janice.
"Thanks, Taylor." said Maggie.
"You're welcome. I will say, getting insurance to pay for it was a stretch even for my powers."