No one home but a note on the fridge.

We leave the police station. None the wiser. But with signed paperwork for an insurance claim. If I am lucky, it will be processed by the end of the day. We decide to get Robin's stuff with some luck, and I can borrow some clothes from them that are oversized.

We enter the empty house, a living room with a mess here and there bit nothing major. Robin heads into the kitchen to find a note addressed to them.

'Robin,

Next time you are going out and staying out with someone, let us know. We told you this Monday as well, and we worried so much. We know you have found someone you like. I hope you will introduce her to us.

See you soon, Mom.'

Instead of calling or texting, Robin writes a note back.

'Mom,

I have decided to move in with Pieter. I have no idea how you and Dad will take this. We are not roommates. I am in love with him. I don't know how to feel about myself yet. Whether I identify as a man, a woman, or neither. I need time. Time away from you. Time to think. The rejection you gave Chantal scared me. Even if you changed, I don't think I would feel safe here. My stuff might be gone by the time you are reading this.

Robin.'

I have made us sandwiches in the meantime and handed one to them. "You aren't wrong to make this choice. But do pick up the phone when they call. It's not like they are so much worse or better than mine. Just different. Hear their response, don't shut them out over a maybe. Shut them out for their actions." I say getting a small smile out of them seemingly comforted.

"I know. Let's grab my computer, clothes and books. Furniture, we are buying new anyway." I give a small nod. And start packing clothes in a big bag I get handed. They handle their PC setup themselves, for good reason. I believe that at the time the setup costed 1600, including the streaming hardware. An equivalent setup would now run you five thousand if not more. Damm tech got expensive.

Closet empty, I ask: "Did you do the laundry before our date yesterday, or do you have clothes elsewhere in storage?"

"I don't have stuff in storage or elsewhere than that closet. I did my laundry before we went on our date, suspecting I might move in. Weird how all my clothes fit in one large duffel bag... books are on that shelf, here is a shopper." They say, " Hand me a bag. I grab the 10 or so books and stuff them in there and move them to my car. Robin says goodbye to the house and drops their key to the house through the mail slot in the door after closing it. Moves the computer into my car, and we drive home.

The small drive home is tense. Not with anticipation but with what was. A home left behind people with whom the door was closed, nothing wrong with I suppose, just weird. We get home, I unload the books and clothes and start storing them in our dresser. I sort them neatly, easy to see. I also added the dress that I had bought for them.

Robin placed their setup a lot quicker than it was placed. When I was done, they had already installed and set up their PC and gone into the shower. As I am switching over the electricity, internet and water, Robin wanders back in. "Pieter, what do you think of my body, honestly?"

"You want to do this?"

"Not really, but it is part of a quest."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. I like your nice, slender form, but that might be because it makes you look more feminine. Your legs are as thin as your arms. You have a skinny tummy.... You seem to be eating too little. You look like a model that can be said in a good sense and a bad. Do you see where I am coming from?"

"Yes, I do. You physically do find me attractive as a woman, a femboy, and are attracted to the feminine. You are worried about me not eating enough, my muscle and fat ratios. You are more worried about my physical shape than my appearance. Can I ask why?"

"Simple answer. I am face blind. Shape I process easier than details. Even if I am looking at you, it is hard. My analysis of body quality is also a result of that, I suppose. But how do you feel about the things I said or say? Do you feel better about yourself because I said something? Is it because I am the person you love or because you view yourself in a specific way?"

"You are asking hard questions, you know?"

"Part of my job of being your boyfriend, I suppose. But answering is smartest if you want to have a truly honest conversation. A valid answer, however, is still I don't know."

"I like that you like my shape, so to speak. I am disturbed by the fact that it is vague, but still, it is great. Then again, it affirms you love me for me, not my body. Like I say, it is because of who said it, not what you said. I do feel better about my relationship, not my body. I feel better about myself as a person. I still have no way of describing how I feel about my body. I do love who I am as a person more... I love that you are actually forcing me to reflect on what you said about who I am, how I see my body. I will eat more, don't worry. I don't know what I want to see myself as, as a man or a woman." They ramble, getting more and more frustrated with themselves.

"Why do you need to be one or the other? Yes, I like feminine traits. That does not mean you have to comply with that fully or partially. I don't mind that you have a penis." I step closer and hug them. "You view me as someone who only loves you as one or the other. That feels wrong to me. You are the person I love! Not despite your masculine traits. They are a part of you." I say before kissing them and continuing. "You choose what you want you to be. If you need me to lead you in the direction I want, tell me."

"I would love you to take the reins fully. I do, but I don't know how I would come out on the other end. I am afraid."

"Would you be okay with it was the QuestMaster? Why would you be okay with it if they did it over me? Because you can refuse?"

"I do prefer the QuestMaster over you. They seem to have a better plan than you." I have to stifle a chuckle to not give away that I am the QuestMaster. "I know I could refuse whatever you asked of me. I am glad you love me, that you would be willing to guide me. I wish the Questmaster would be able to consult you. There might be a way. Madelon has contact. Sooo that seems like an option."

"You are right, you said that you wouldn't mind if I ask her about that, would you?"

"No, why would I? I say with a smile as they get dressed."