"It was," Jules admits with a slight shrug, not about to pretend otherwise even if the difficulty of it isn't something she tends to dwell on. It wouldn't be worth it to do so. As far as the transition itself goes, that was the easiest part, and she knows that, in a lot of ways, she was lucky. She had a parent who accepted and supported her; she could be out without any particular danger to her well-being. Some people might always be assholes, but if the worst she ever had to deal with was benign ignorance, then that makes her phenomenally fortunate.

Everything else, really, was what became difficult. Her brain, her home life before it was just her and her dad. Those are the parts that she would rather not get into.

"And there's still stuff I'm figuring out. Gender is… a total headfuck, you know? Even when you know who you are and how you identify, there's still so much to wade through, and all these ideas people have about what that should mean. And, yeah, most of it's bullshit, but trying to work out what it means for you in the middle of all that…"

Trailing off, she gives him a crooked, almost teasing smile. "Hell of a conversation for the first time you take a girl out, huh?"