"Am I going to have to date guys?" (Lesbian route)

She stared at Jacob, absolutely baffled. "What?"

"W-well, y'know...because I'm a girl?" She felt like an idiot even as she was saying it.

The fact that Patricia facepalmed in response did not help. "Sweetie. Pumpkin. Honey. You're a lesbian."

"Oh." Thinking through that again, a blush settled on Jacob's cheeks, and she reeled back a little as it really hit her. "Oh." Starting to shuffle her feet, Jacob came up with another uncomfortable question. "But are...um...well, are other lesbians going to want to date me?"

Gesturing at herself, Patricia seemed to think that answer was clear. "Obviously. I'm fucking hot." Then, like she was taking off a mask, the confidence fell away, and Patricia looked so much more tired and ****. She looked...well, more like Jacob. "Honestly? Yeah, some lesbians are jerks about the whole thing. You're probably gonna chat up some girl, only for her to realize you're trans and for it to go badly. It'll hurt. A lot. But like...fuck them." She didn't say it with conviction, but a sense of exhausted optimism.

"Any...dating tips?" Jacob felt the need to lighten the mood, after bringing it down so much.

Sure enough, Patricia stood up straighter and went right back to acting confident. "Sure thing. Don't go for a butch look, it doesn't work on you. You'll get way more girls being super femme. Lesbian sex is all about lots of foreplay and teasing, don't try to rush it. Last but not least: if you ever find yourself thinking a girl is just spending time with you and talking to you to be nice, google 'useless lesbian', because that's what you're being."

Jacob was about to ask another question, a clarification on what that last thing meant, but she couldn't, as Patricia seemed to start fading away. "What's wrong?"

"Blech," she complained. "Looks like time's up. Remember what I told you, and do what I said. Otherwise, I'll invent a fucking time machine if that's what it takes to come back here and sock you again." Despite her harsh words, Patricia was smiling, and Jacob felt...good.

From there, she found her way out of the hall of mirrors, the attendant giving her a knowing look.

So. She was going to do this...come out and transition and all of that. Where to start, though?