Okay so I've been talking about girltrap a bit lately but Stanley Riverside II TJMD is kind of alarmingly transmasc coded. He's cis in the girltrapverse I've established but here's a little bonus piece with his wife EJ because 1) @hesgomorrah and I were talking about t4t stantrap tonight and 2) I can't be bothered to do enough exposition to turn this into a proper ao3 fic.
It was only when they made it into bed that Stanley realized exactly how grave an error he’d made. He thought he deserved to be forgiven for that. How was he supposed to find the time to tell EJ? They’d gotten married so quickly, and since they got somewhere private she’d had her shirt off, and how was he supposed to say anything when she was so distracting? She was trying to distract him. It wasn’t fair.
He finally spoke up when she rolled her eyes, shoved him down to the bed, and started trying to take his pants off.
“Maybe we can do this another night,” he said, trying to squirm away.
EJ huffed. “You told me you wanted to wait until our wedding night.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, it’s our wedding night.”
She unbuckled his belt.
He grabbed her wrists. “Eej, there’s something you need to know.”
She froze, brow crinkled in an absoluely adorable way. “What’s that?”
Well, there was the rub: he had no idea what to say. “I don’t. Um. I mean, the situation downstairs is– well, it’s not–“
EJ smiled, leaned in, and kissed him on the nose. “Do you know what you’re doing with it?”
“Um. Well, Trapper showed me some tricks, so–“
“Trapper.”
“Uh-huh.”
The look on EJ’s face was no longer what he would call good. In fact, it was extremely worrying. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
Stanley bit his lip. “Well, she– I mean, she used to– she knows what a man’s supposed to do, you know?”
“How so?”
He probably shouldn’t say it. Trapper had told him not to say it. But he could share secrets with his wife, couldn’t he? He definitely could. That was part of what wives were for. “She used to– I wouldn’t do that, I mean, I’m not letting a surgeon anywhere near my underparts, thank you very much, especially not a plastic surgeon, you can’t trust them, so even if I– Trapper had good work done, you know, but that’s– that’s an outlier, it’s not like most people are going to end up with something good if they let a surgeon cut up their bits and turn them into something else, and maybe– maybe it was because– apparently there was a lot there to turn into something else, so– not that I’m jealous or anything, why would I be jealous? It’s just–“
“Stanley.”
Stan froze, mouth half open.
EJ grabbed his face in her hands. “I want you to answer me honestly. I won’t be angry.”
He squirmed again. She didn’t let go of his face. “Alright.”
“Do you have a penis?”
He thought about it. “Yes. Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“Well, it’s– I mean, it’s not– not a real one, it’s kind of– it didn’t used to be, but– Trapper says it counts, so–“
“And that’s why you don’t want me to take off your pants.”
Stan nodded, cheeks flaming. “I probably should have told you we can’t have kids before now, huh?”
EJ smiled, rolled her eyes, and squished his cheeks. “We can adopt.”
