um, idk if u were serious, and if ur even gonna take it but like hey busheload of homework anoj here. but like if ur willing to wtite, just trans bow and transmasc adora (or just trans adora) bonding over being trans and gnc, and/or bow teaching adora how to pkay the guitar/lute. bonus points if they stim at some point and talk about how they love their gfs/crushes/whatever
Here’s a cute little modern au drabble thing! Full disclosure: i did not look up transmasc before writing this despite not knowing what it meant and basically just put all of my confusion about my own gender into this. feel free to message asking for more, also for my bidmymother au I’ll write 500 words of bow and adora chillin just for u.
“Uh, Adora? What are you wearing?”
Adora looked down at the dress, a long and silky gold with white detailing that floated just above the floor.
“Is that some sorta trick question or what?”
Bow looked at her, “Okay, why are you wearing that?”
Adora adjusted one of the straps in the mirror, it hung off her body all wrong didn’t it? She could never get the hang of these.
“Glimmer said it was formal? We went dress shopping and everything.”
“Glimmer took you dress shopping?” Bow asked.
Adora nodded, maybe her hair was the problem? If she could just adjust it so it kinda tucked behind her ear a little? Glimmer said no ponytails and this sucked.
“Why did you go dress shopping with Glimmer?” Bow asked.
Adora’s brow furrowed, “She said it was formal. Am I missing something here?”
“Yeah but,” He sighed, “Adora, you hate dresses.”
Adora shrugged, “But it’s formal. Besides, this one isn’t… so bad.”
“You look great but,” Bow swallowed, “I mean. Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
“It fits fine.”
“No I don’t mean,” He rubbed his eyes. “I mean aren’t you uncomfortable in dresses in general? Catra’s not wearing a dress.”
“That’s different,” Adora said quickly. “I don’t—you know that’s different. She’s got that whole female CEO socialist double agent taking over the capitalist machine thing going on. I’m the himbo without the um—him.”
“No you can’t be the bo, I’m the bo,” Bow smiled and Adora groaned.
“You hate your dad’s jokes but you make the same ones!”
“I saw the chance and I had to take it,” he shrugged.
He walked over to her, standing next to her in the mirror and took her hand, “You know if you ever want to talk, about maybe being a him like me, I’m here.”
Adora sighed, looking back at herself in the dress. It just looked all wrong, didn’t it?
“Or we could always go suit shopping, the two of us,” Bow said. “Even if there’s not a formal thing coming up. Just for fun.” Adora couldn’t help it, her face screwed up and Bow squeezed her hand, “You might like shopping if you weren’t always on the wrong side of the store.”
“Why is it even organized like that anyway?” Adora mumbled. “It makes no sense.”
“To you and me both,” Bow said.
