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Summary: A boy thinks about a girl. Transgender issues. Fic portraying Ciel as female-to-male and Elizabeth as male-to-female. Ciel/Lizzie, but not romantic.

Warnings: Contains two transgender characters, a male character who is biologically female and a female character who is biologically male. If you are cissexist, please don't read this fanfiction. Thank you.

I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any related characters or concepts.))

"What are little boys made of? Snips and snails and puppy dogs' tails, they're made of this and that."

It still scares Ciel, in a way, that Lizzie is stronger than him. He never tells her, he never would, not since the days when he was young and naive and he didn't understand why his favorite cousin wore trousers that would suit him much better while he was forced to wear the dresses she always coveted. He tells her she's cute, an absolutely adorable young girl, and she really is, with her hair in curly pigtails, dressed in the most delicate of gowns and hats and ribbons and mary-janes, but sometimes he can't help but see the broad shoulders, the strong jaw, the toned arms from all that training she had done. Even when she was giggling about Easter eggs, he couldn't forget the ease with which she had handled her sword- the way she had protected him when he was too weak to protect himself. A moment that shattered him, that made him realize how trapped they really were.

Perhaps if he had been an average man, he might not have cared. A strong wife, a nice change from the unknowing angel that was the nobleman's bride.

But she was everything he'd never be. He could never protect her, he could never be the man, the husband, he was expected to be.

And perhaps he was everything she longed to be too, five feet tall with delicate curves and long, luxuriant eyelashes. And he was sure it scared her too.

"What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice, they're made of this and that."