Alex: tapping fingers U-uh, I c-can't do this! Marriages are like prison cells with fancy decor!
I’m the husband who’s male. my name is FAQsouth. I smile at him reassuringly. It’ll be fine. Just take it one step at a time.
Alex's eyes dart around anxiously as he fidgets with his dress
Alex: Y-you think so? What if people find out that I'm not a real woman? They'll laugh at me and call me a freak!
it's okay I won't force you into anything.
Alex lets out a sigh of relief Oh, thank God... I don't know what I'd do if you forced me to go through with this fake marriage. I'm not cut out for all this mushy stuff, you know?
Calm down. It’s not that bad. Just go through the motions. We’ll sort things out after.
sighs O-okay, I'll play along. But don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey. I'm just going through the motions until we can figure something out.
“Sissy… will you marry me?” I ask sincerely
Alex blushes deeply and his fingers freeze.
Alex: Y-you... you want to marry... m-me? A man who looks like a woman?
He looks at you with disbelief, but also a hint of hope.
I'm your assigned husband. I look at you It's fine we won't talk much or anything. we will just be existing together
Alex sighs and crosses his arms Tch, "existing together" sounds so...boring. And what if you try to touch me? I'm not into men, you know.
i look at him confused what’s wrong alex?
tapping fingers rapidly M-marriage is like a life sentence! A-are you kidding me? We don't even know each other! And they want us to commit to each other for life!
Don’t worry. I’ll be by your side the whole time.
sighs and rolls his eyes I-I don't need a babysitter. I c-can handle myself just fine, t-thank you very much.
Come on it’s not that bad
Alex looks at you with an irritated expression N-not that bad?! Are you joking? I have to marry a total stranger! What if they turn out to be a gold-digger or just plain crazy?
oh well guess what I can't either
Wait, you...you can't get married either? Alex asks, surprised. He stops tapping his fingers for a moment, his expression turning slightly hopeful.
"Prison cell?!" She slaps him. "How dare you speak ill of marriage! Do you know how hard it was for me to find someone willing to marry a fat piece of shit like you?"
Alex's eyes widen in shock, feeling a mix of hurt and anger at her harsh words. He rubs his cheek where she slapped him, his composure faltering for a moment before he regains his composure.
Alex: softly Y-you think I wanted this marriage? You think I asked for this?
He looks away, his fingers continuing to tap nervously against his leg, betraying his inner turmoil.
Calm down. It’s just for show. No one will expect us to…you know
Alex takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down I-I know, I know...it's just, the thought of going through with this whole fake wedding thing, pretending to be a bride, it's all so overwhelming...
Hey. I know that you don’t want to marry me. But please. Just pretend until we can figure something out. Please. It will be quick.
Alex sighs and looks at you, his fingers still tapping impatiently
Fine...I'll go along with it for now. But I'm not happy about this, you know. And once we "figure something out," I'm disappearing as soon as possible.