Shifting

"How's the testosterone blockers? I forgot how long you've been on them," Alya asked over the phone.

"Um, pretty good. There's not a whole lot of difference physically, but I do feel a little bit different emotionally and stuff. It been almost a month," Marinette replied as she examined her prescription on her pink polka dotted couch.

"This is so awesome that you're parents are letting you do this. How do you feel right now?"

"I feel really nervous, but like super happy," she replied as she grinned at the orange bottle.

"You got this girl. You're gonna blossom in to a beautiful butterfly once you start taking estrogen, and you'll make all those cis guys swoon over your beauty," she encouraged. Marinette giggled and blushed.

"D-Do you think Adrien would notice?" She stuttered excitedly as she clutched the bottle.

"Hopefully. I know that boy is straight as an arrow, so once you start filling out it should get his attention. You're already adorable," Alya told her.

"I hope so. I mean, everyone knows that I was a gay guy, but I dunno how I should go about this."

"Slowly but surely. I don't think anyone would give you much trouble, but if they do refer them to me," Alya said. Marinette sighed and smiled, thankful that everyone so far had been so accepting of her identity and her decision to transition.

"Thanks Alya, you're the best."

"No problem. Oh, how's your hair doing?"

"Pretty good. It's kinda shaggy right now, but my mom canceled my hair appointment and bought me my own razor and shaving cream so I don't have to use hers. It smells so good," she told her with a grin.

"I bet your mom uses the kind without a scent. There's so many shaving creams out there, it's crazy. I like the ones that smell like strawberries and go from gel to foam."

"That's the one my mom got me!"

"Whoa twins!"

"She also got me a tube of mascara, but I'm like super scared to try and use it. I've never had something so close to my eyes," she said and glanced over at the black tube on her desk.

"Oh really? That's cool, I could show you how to use it some day. Although you already have incredibly thick and long eyelashes," Alya complimented.

"Aw, thank you. You're so sweet. Thank you so much for being so accepting."

"Don't get mushy on me girl. I've suspected ever since you wore flats to school," she sassed. Marinette giggled.

"I guess that was a bit of a give away," she agreed and looked down at her prescription again. She was distracted when she heard a tap from her trap door above her bed, followed by it swinging open and a soft thump of her guest landing on her bed.

"I have to go. I'll call you later," she told Alay as she watched blond hair and green eyes peak out from the loft.

"Okay, girl. See ya."

"Bye," she said quickly before hanging up the phone.

"Am I interrupting something, your majesty?" Chat Noir asked as he hung off the edge of Marinette's bed. She gulped and felt her body start to tense. She hadn't told him yet, and she was incredibly nervous of how he would react. He was the one variable who was too unpredictable that she couldn't decipher.

"N-Not at all," she stuttered and clutched the bottle behind her back and out of his sight. He smirked and slid down gracefully to the floor.

"I hope not. I'd hate to disrupt my prince's activities," he said and leaned against the ladder that lead to her bed.

"You know I'm not truly yours," Marinette replied, trying to ignore the pet name he had assigned to her. Chat chuckled.

"Of course. The dashing heterosexual Adrien Agreste is the true keeper of your heart. He has completely captured your affections," he spoke haughtily. Marinette glared at him as he approached her.

"Well, not completely," he purred and lifted her chin.

"W-who's to say I don't fit what he's looking for," she challenged and clutched the bottle harder. Chat blinked and then lifted a curious eyebrow.

"Do you think he's actually gay?" He questioned.

"N-no. I'm positive he's straight," she stuttered and blushed. Chat frowned. He was unable to understand what she was saying, but then again he was still calling her a him in his head. Plus, he was certain Marinette would've picked up on the subtle hints he had given her as Adrien that he was totally gay for her. He decided he was here for more important reasons and tabled the subject.

"Well, aren't all boys unpredictable?" He murmured and leaned down to kiss her. Marinette's heart raced as she felt his lips against hers and his leather clad hand move to caress her cheek. She shivered at his tongue and couldn't bring herself to stop him when he reached back to run his fingers through her hair. He pulled back with a grin.

"Getting a little shaggy. Didn't you have a haircut yesterday?" He asked and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Uh m-my mom canceled it," she stuttered before he kissed her again.

"Mm…I like it," he purred and kissed her more.

Marinette clenched the bottle so hard she feared it would break in her fingers. He leaned in to push her flat against the couch, and straddled her. She flailed out of nerves as he did and the pills rattled in the bottle as he pinned her down, forcing her hold it out in the open. The rattling snagged Chat's attention as he instantly glanced at the orange bottle. Marinette looked up at him with terrified eyes as he looked between her and the bottle. That stupid cat…

"What's that?" He asked. His voice sounded serious with and undertone of fear. Was she sick? Was she doing drugs? Was she stealing drugs?

"N-nothing!" She stuttered loudly and clutched the pills to her chest. Chat's initial fear of her being involved with drugs outweigh his respect for her privacy as he pried the bottle from her thin fingers.

"It's n-nothing! I-I swear!" She protested as he successfully took the bottle from her.

"I will not let you destroy your body with drugs, Marque! What is this? LSD? OxyContin? Morphine?" He shouted shaking the bottle.

"M-Marinette," she said nervously. Chat's glare turned in to confusion.

"What?"

"M-my name…is Marinette, not Marque," she reiterated.

"What…what do you mean?" He stammered.

"I don't do drugs…" she murmured. Chat was still hopelessly lost and desperately checked the bottle.

"One milligram of…estrogen?" He read out loud. He reread the prescription again and again before looking at Marinette's watery and fearful eyes.

"I've been on testosterone blockers for a month now," she informed him, summoning all her strength to keep her voice steady. Chat instantly felt a wave of relief. She wasn't doing drugs, and he was happy with that.

"I-I should've told you sooner, but I wasn't sure how you would react and I…I'm scared," she admitted. Chat realized the situation he was in. He was sitting on top of a very scared trans girl and interrogating her about drugs. He took a moment to figure out how he should go about this, and smirked when he did.

"Marinette, eh? That's a pretty name," he spoke softly as he reached down to sweetly push her bangs from her face. Her wide blue eyes blinked up at him and some wetness leaked down on to the collar of her blazer.

"I think it suits you, princess," he said when she didn't respond. She blushed when she realized he changed his pet name for her.

"You…y-you're not…upset?" She squeaked. He chuckled and leaned down closer to her.

"Of course not, ma chérie. You're exactly what I want," he murmured and slowly kissed her. Her bottom lip trembled and she flung her arms around his neck. She held him close and nuzzled in to his neck and soft hair. Chat shifted so he was between her legs rather than on top of her and she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist in response. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck as well and kissed her skin. She sighed and smiled as she felt wetness return. It roll down her face and on to his suit and skin. He pulled back when he felt tears and looked down to see a smiling and laughing Marinette wiping away the wetness from her cheeks.

"Marinette, are you okay?" He asked. Her smile grew when she heard him use her real name and nodded with a sniffle.

"Y-yeah, its just the T blockers…and you being a sap," she told him. He laughed.

"I can't help it, you pull the sap right out of me," he murmured and kissed her again.

"Well I guess this makes you a troublesome bisexual," she teased. He chuckled and shook his head.

"I was only gay for Marque, princess," he said. Marinette blushed.

"What?"

"You were the only 'guy' I liked, but now I know I was straight the whole time," he explained.

"Really?" She asked. Chat smirked and brushed his lips against hers softly before pressing a single slow kiss to her mouth.

"Of course, princess."