A universe away, another Aziza was thankful that the estrogen she had been taking had really started to cook. She had caught Kyle looking at her newly developing breasts a couple of times, and although she knew she was supposed to be offended both as a good Muslim girl and a progressive American she felt oddly good about it. Almost as good as the first time she had heard Kyle refer to her as "my girlfriend."
Kyle's mom had baked a Thanksgiving turkey from the local halal supplier for Aziza, her aunt and uncle she lived with, Kyle and Kyle's weird friend Kylie. Aziza sometimes thought about being jealous of Kyle's relationship with Kylie, but she knew Kylie was the one that had put her and Kyle together in the first place. Plus Kylie's vibe was so much "Kyle's cool lesbian big sis" (they even looked like they were related) that it was impossible to take her seriously as a romantic rival.
Aziza also knew she had Kylie to thank for rescuing her from detransition (Aziza still had nightmares) and the fact that her great-uncle was no longer after her. Maybe it was time to return the favor, find Kylie a girlfriend?