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Dakota and Amira were flush with excitement near the end of an eventful night. They were a young lesbian couple barely over eighteen, and today they had joined in a Black Lives Matter rally.
They'd met so many like-minded people, and joined in the chants and protests, and done the best to make their voices heard on behalf of black people.
Dakota had even been brave enough to get right in the face of a stony-faced white pig of a police officer and shout at him asking how many black people he'd beaten or killed. The asshole had even had the nerve to look at her like she was crazy before pointedly ignoring her, but she knew she'd gotten her message across.
As it had gotten towards nighttime, Some of the protesters had begun to smash in store windows and liberate stuff from those stores. Which the corporate fatcats that ran them deserved, probably. But it was maybe getting a little too rowdy for Dakota and Amira, so they'd started heading back to Dakota's car.
On the way there, the crowd really started thinning out, but Dakota took to shouting words of encouragement and solidarity to others nearby, and shaking her fist in the air. Amira simply held her other hand as they walked, smiling and enjoying her girlfriend's exuberance.
They passed a young black man who was recording the crowd on his cellphone, and Dakota shouted her support to him as well. He turned and gave them a flat look for a split second, which then quickly morphed into a smile and a nod, and he veered over to intercept them.
He said, "Hey, ladies, part of the protest today, I take it?"
Dakota said, "Yeah, we came to show our support. What your people have had to deal with for so long is terrible. We want to do what we can to help."
The guy said, "Yeah, that's good. You guys have fun? I think I saw you yelling in a cop's face earlier."
Dakota grinned. "It was awesome. How about you? You been getting good video of it all?"
The guy shrugged. "Eh. I mean, I've mostly been interviewing people. I like to post them online. My name's Jayce. What are yours, and do you mind letting me interview you?"
Dakota and Amira introduced themselves and let him ask them some questions about what they were doing there and why, as he filmed the interview with his phone. Dakota found it a little exhilarating, but Amira was feeling a little overwhelmed, and let Dakota do most of the talking.
After a short bit of that, Jayce said, "All right, that's good. Now I just have a few more questions I just want to get your opinion on. OK?"
They both nodded.
Jayce said, "So I have a hypothetical for you to consider. Someone else is running a marathon which is well funded and equipped, but they only allow men to participate. In protest, you set up your own marathon, poorly equipped, but inclusive and accepting women as well. Now, which of the two races would you consider to be better? Your race, or the other one? Say which one is superior and explain why."
With little need for thought, Dakota answered, "Well, obviously, my race is superior because it's inclusive towards women."
Amira nodded and said, "Yeah."
Jayce nodded and said, "Interesting, interesting. All right, now for a more silly question. Knowing that British people use the term 'nick' to mean 'steal', and considering a person who picks things is a picker, what would you call people who steal things?"
Dakota grinned. "Nickers!"
Jayce gasped and asked, "What did you just say? You call people who steal things the N word?"
Dakota stammered, "Wha... n-no, no! I didn't say that! I said... uh, with a CK, not Gs. I'd never... wait, you tricked me!"
Jayce chuckled and said, "Sorry, sorry, just messing with you. Hey, I've got just a last few questions for you girls. First, you're lesbians, did I get that right? And do you consider yourselves allies of the transgender movement?"
Dakota gave a sigh of relief and shook her head at the prank he'd just pulled. It seemed in poor taste, particularly since he'd continued recording all of this on his phone, but... he was black, so she supposed he could joke about that all he wanted.
At his further questions, feeling recovered already, Dakota grinned and said, "Hell yeah! It's important to support all those groups that are oppressed."
Jayce nodded and said, "That's good. And you feel that pre-op transgender people should still be treated exactly as the gender they identify with, right?"
Amira said, "That's right."
Dakota said, "Exactly. Exactly."
Jayce said, "Wonderful! Well, for reference, I'm a pre-op transgender girl, and I am a lesbian myself, being attracted to women. I approached you two because I felt I could sense fellow lesbians."
Amira blinked rapidly at this, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
Dakota was pretty taken aback as well, now wondering at Jayce's motives. But she managed, "Uh... congratulations! It's an act of bravery for a transgender person to reveal and accept who they really are."
Jayce grinned and nodded and said, "Awesome, we can be lesbian friends together. Would you two ladies consider having lesbian sex with me?"
Amira coughed, alarmed at this sudden turn in the conversation. He... she, rather, had a penis, and wanted... but besides that, Amira and Dakota were in a relationship.
Dakota spluttered a bit, gripping Amira's arm, and stepping back a bit. She stammered, "U-uh, no, no. Thanks, but we're in a relationship, and we're not interested."
Frowning, Jayce said, "Well, we could all come up with a new relationship together. There's no other reason to deny it, right?"
Dakota said indignantly, "No, that's not OK. We're lesbians, we don't like penises, and I'd appreciate if you stopped filming and left us alone."
Jayce suddenly hissed, "So, you're being transphobic because I'm a pre-op trans? Or maybe deep down you're being racist because I'm black. Probably both."
Dakota rolled her eyes.
Amira looked shocked, but she said, "N-no, that's not... no. I just don't like penises."
Dakota said, "We just..."
Jayce interrupted, "Why should a penis matter? You just told me that you felt pre-op transgender people should be treated as the gender they identify as, no matter what. And now you're saying you couldn't accept me just because of my birth gender. You should both be ashamed."
Dakota said, "That's not what we meant!"
Jayce finally stopped recording, and continued, "Stop. You two maybe don't realize how deep in shit you are. I have video of you two, having given your names. I have a clip of you, Dakota, saying that your race is superior because it is inclusive to women. Maybe play that back in your head a moment. Worse, I have you later saying that you would call people who steal things the N word. At least that's what it sounds like, and it would be trivial to snip both of those out. Finally, I have you both making it clear that you are transphobic, despite your protests. The video I could post would ruin your lives, and you'd deserve it. You understand that? Just imagine that footage playing on the local news of two racist, transphobic white girls at a Black Lives Matter rally, and all your friends and family recognizing you."
Amira shivered at this, and said, "B-but... I'm half-Persian, I'm not fully white..."
Jayce shrugged and said, "Big deal."
Dakota's face had drained of color. She said, "Y-you wouldn't... right? That's blackmail."
Jayce said, "I would. But I'm not a monster, I'm a victim. You know that, right? I'm black, and so I get the short end of the stick, always. That's what this rally was all about. And, uh, I'm a pre-op trans female. We trans people are always victims. So I just want you both to prove that you're really allies. Both of you have lesbian sex with me, even though I have a penis, and show that you really can be accepting. Easy enough."