Míngqin listened intently on what Joshua was telling him, nodding along. Most of that didn’t really apply to him, he supposed. He didn’t wear any clothes, he couldn’t tell what Joshua had down there, he was sure he couldn’t grow a beard, and he wasn’t sure about differences if voices. But, his chest was flat too!
“Chest flat! You!
Míngqin like you!”, he chirped in reply. He supposed he must be a he then!
He shook his head once. “I am a male, not because my chest is flat, but because I choose to be. Do you choose to be a male or female? If you don’t feel like either that’s okay too.” He reassured softly.
Míngqin tilted his head. So it was a matter of just choosing whatever he wanted to be? How would he know what to be?
“He?”, he still just connected his decision with being like Joshua. He didn’t know why he would choose anything or nothing, so he just picked the one thing that seemed like a good choice.
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