April looked with longing at the exquisite young trans-man just finishing his workout. It wasn’t fair to call what she had a crush. It was more than that. Her friends called it an obsession. But she knew it was a connection. A soul-deep connection. It was meant to be. Every day she looked at his pristine face and lithe figure. She imagined what it would be like, waking up every day next to him. But she’d never approached him. What would she do if he rejected her? No. She wouldn’t even entertain the possibility. Today, she would be his. No matter what it took.

She marched up to him just as he was pulling off his socks to change into a fresh pair.

“Jason?” she said, her voice shaking a bit as she spoke.

He glanced up, disinterested. “Mm? Do I know you?”

“H-hi. I’m April. I’ve been going to this same gym with you for a while. And I just… I just want to say that I’d really love it if we could, um… do something after the workout? Get a coffee or something?” she said nervously.

“Oh.