Option 7. Lest

“Are you insane?” Lest exclaims when you propose to her asking her to be your wife and queen, her tail flicking irritably as she regards you with wide, skeptical eyes.

“My other options were…” you begin. “Two lesbians, a schizophrenic terrorist who blew up half the city and killed hundreds, a manipulative noblewoman whose mother tried to conquer the city, a Noxian spy, another lesbian, a chem-baroness, a literal child - my prime minister probably should be on a list for that one - and a yordle whore.” You sigh, meeting her gaze. “You are the sanest choice, actually.”

“I’m a healer who injects noblemen with illicit ****,” she counters, rolling her eyes. “And you want ME to be your queen?”

“Yes,” you say firmly, stepping closer. You grab her hand: soft, but with hidden claws. “You’re still better than the other options. And looking at you…” You pause, taking her in, her sleek ears, her vivid eyes, the strength in her posture despite her disbelief. “You are truly beautiful. I would be honored to have you as my wife and promise to love and protect you, if you choose me.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, you think she might actually be considering it. Then she sighs, running a hand through her short, tousled hair. “Well… I think you’re quite attractive as well,” she admits, her tone softening.

You’re about to celebrate when she holds up a hand. “But there’s something you need to know first.”

Your heart sinks. “What?”

She hesitates, her tail stilling as she searches your face. “I am trans. I was born with a penis.”

How do you respond?

Option 1. That doesn’t change anything. You hug Lest and tell her she is a gorgeous woman and you’re in love with her.

Option 1(A). She can’t have babies, but you don’t care.

Option 1(B). Thanks to advances in medical sciences, trans catgirls can conceive, and Lest can have your babies, you just have to cum inside her a lot.

Option 2. Ew gay! You tell him he will never be a real woman and throw him out.