Chains? Check. Lube? Check. Popsicles? Check!! Oscar and his transgender lover, Derek, are all set for a long weekend of some much needed--and more than a little bit kinky--alone time. When Derek gets an invitation to a get-together from his mother, Oscar is excited for the chance to finally meet Derek's elusive family, even if it'll cut their "festivities" short. But he soon learns the reasons why he hasn't met them yet - the majority of Derek's family, including his mother, are transphobic. Oscar and Derek attend the function anyway, but the stress sends Derek into an all-night migraine, and Oscar is forced to look for help from the last person he wants to: Derek's mom, Beverly. Can Oscar convince
Beverly that Derek is her child, regardless of gender? Or will Beverly's narrow-minded ways split her family apart for good?
Oscar looked up from the newspaper and nearly spit his morning coffee all over himself. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Derek stood just outside their bedroom door. In a dress. A frilly lavender dress, pantyhose, and a pair of shiny black heels.
Derek hung his head. "I told you we were going to my family thing today."
"My mother hates Derek. She wants me to be Amy." Derek's shoulders sagged. "So I'm Amy."
"Fuck that! Go change." Anger flared in Oscar so intensely that he was forced to put his mug down or else spill the contents with the shaking of his hand. Derek had said his family didn't approve, but this? Criminal. How dare anyone make Derek feel like he wasn't good enough! How dare anyone demand that he change, that he apologize for who he was!
"I can't." Just a whisper.
"Then we're not going. Or I'm not. I'm not going to watch you play dress up and parade around for their approval. That's fucking bullshit! There's nothing wrong with the way you are, and if those assholes can't see that then fuck them, wubby bear. Fuck every last one of them."
"My mother hates Derek," Derek repeated. He stood stiffly, an air of uncomfortable tension radiating from him.
"Your mother ought to be glad her kid's still alive," Oscar spat, thinking of his childhood friend Maria, who'd been unable to handle the pressures of her gender confusion, and had killed herself.
"I think she'd prefer dead Amy to live Derek."
Oscar's face flushed with the red heat of rage. He stood, shaking his head, and took Derek by the elbow. "Come change. Now."