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Title: Of Twins, Fish Poo, And The Top God Only Knows How Many Reasons Why I’d Rather Be A Girl: Chapter Three: Kiri’s Obsession With Fish Poo
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
I hate the beach even more than I hate acting but not nearly as much as I hate seeing Kari and Trinity together. It’s just so boring. I can’t swim and have never been interested in learning how. I don’t understand how anyone can actually want to swim. I mean, there’s water, right? And fish live in the water, yes? Well at least in the lake they do. And if they live there they have to poo somewhere, right? That is, assuming that fish actually do poo. But anyway, they must poo in the water, right? Which means there is fish poo in the water. And people swim in it.
Yeah. No thanks.
So when we go to the beach I can’t swim. Or actually get in the water at all. Because eew. Which brings me to where I am now – feet bare but the rest of my clothes still firmly on, sitting on a blue and white striped beach towel beside Trinity with my sister on his other side. They do not care about fish poo and will go in the water. I, on the other hand, will spend my time – we’ll spend a couple of hours here probably – either wandering up and down the beach with Avalon or lying on my towel in the sun trying not to fry while my sister and the love of my life frolic in the lake.
Fish poo. Yeechy.
My skin is very pale, the curse of the natural red head, I guess. My sister’s skin is the same way. Both of us burn with the smallest exposure to the sun. I have to use almost an entire bottle of sunscreen if I want to be out for very long. But I don’t mind because Kari buys the sunscreen and she always gets the pink sparkly kind. Wearing it makes me feel slightly more like the girl I wish I were even though I only rub it on my face, neck, arms, and legs. I never take my tee shirt off like other boys do at the beach because I look nothing like they do. I’m pale and skinny. I have no tan because of my skin and its aversion to sun. I’m not muscular because that just isn’t me. And I don’t have breasts because I’m not a girl.
Given the choice between the two…Well, I don’t think I have to point out which I would prefer to have.
Like always Trinity tries to lure me into the lake with them. He promises me ice cream with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles, a trip to the mall to see the new Harry Potter movie, and a hundred cherry popcicles. It has no effect on my desire to stay out of both the fish poo and the water. I resolve to walk Avalon up the shoreline to where the water is shallower and there is no beach, only rocks. I like to sit on the rocks and watch the tiny silver fish flash through the shallow water.
Then he promises to hold me the entire time we’re in the water and swears he won’t let me drown.
That is almost, almost enough because I love having Trinity hold me. And yet there is still the matter of that awful part of me that makes me – physically at least – a boy despite how much I feel like a girl inside and wish I were one in all aspects. I’m a little afrait of it, that it will make itself known despite how much I don’t want it to when I am with Trinity. And there’s the whole fish poo thing to consider too. I don’t know. Maybe if Trinity had made the same promise about a pool with lots of nice poo killing chemicals or something…
Eventually he gives up and lets my sister drag him into the fish pooy water of Shady Lake. Shady Lake the lake, not Shady Lake the town where Kari, Trinity, and I live. For a little while I sit and watch them, my hand lightly stroking Avalon’s furry middle. When Trinity lifts Kari out of the water and over his head to let her fall back in with a huge splash I decide I have had enough.
“Come on, Avalon,” I say as I stand up. “Let’s go for a walk.” And maybe stop for a smoothie or another popcicle at the snack bar on the way back because it’s so hot out here. As Avalon and I make our way down the beach I can’t help but notice everything going on around me. Even though I really don’t want to.
The sand is hot against my bare feet, almost too hot so I walk just in the edge of the water so it barely covers my toes but cools the sand. I can always wipe my feet off with the wet wipes in my backpack whenI get back to where we left the towels.
The mingled smells of the water from the lake and the pizza and French fries and other highly fattening foods from the shops along the boardwalk reach me as we wander along. I dodge a little girl building a sandcastle but Avalon runs up and sniffs her before coming back to my side. A middle aged couple dressed in green and yellow matching outfits passes us. A teenage babysitter – a girl I know I’ve seen at school but whose name escapes me just now – chases after a toddler sporting a pail of sand and a drooping wet diaper. We pass a little boy collecting shells and Chelsea Applegate – Shady Lake High School’s resident slut – lying on her stomach surrounded by boys and not-so-discreetly unfastening her bikini top in the back.
Sometimes I wish I was Chelsea except that I only want one boy, not all the male population of Shady Lake.
We continue on up the beach and here it is slightly less crowded. There are two old women playing cards under a brightly colored umbrella. Farther on where the boardwalk next to the beach ends there is a hot guy rubbing sun screen on his girlfriend’s bare back.
Great. These girls have enough balls to sunbathe topless on a public beach and I’m so ashamed of being a boy I can’t even take my shirt off.
It’s not a pleasant thought.
From there on the beach is a no man’s land, full of rocks and debris left over from parties and God only knows what else. This is where the little silver fish live, swimming in and out of the half submerged rocks. Still Avalon and I continue onward. Down the beach a few yards farther on the shoreline goes around a bend and no one from the most popular part of the beach can see past the cliff on which the cemetery is situated. Technically the beach, the public let’s-go-to-the-beach-and-have-fun part of the beach anyway, ends at the rock wall of the cliff. I don’t know who or what owns the stretch of beach beyond the cliff – the narrow stretch of beach barely wide enough to walk across that goes around the bend in the cliff nor the wider, rockier part beyond that – but I have never encountered anyone there. That is why I like it so much. Sometimes being with Trinity is too much and I need to be alone.
Past the bend in the beach I climb over some of the smaller rocks, Avalon following me, until I’m sitting on one that is mostly submerged in the lake without more than my toes and the soles of my feet having touched the water. This is my rock, the one I always sit on. Sometimes Avalon sits with me but today she has no interest in sitting still or having a snuggle.
Honestly when the temperature is this hot I’m not crazy about snuggling something covered with fur either.
Trinity on the other hand…
As the little silver fish dart in and out and around the rocks Avalon chases them – she never catches any – and my mind drifts…
“Tell me, Trinity! Who do you think is prettier? Who do you like most?
“Kiri-“
“Who, Trinity? Me or Kiri?”
“How the hell am I supposed to decide who’s prettier? You’re fucking identical!”
“Who do you like best? Me or Kiri?”
“Umm…Kiri? I guess.”
“But you can’t like Kiri best. He’s a boy and you’re a boy and boys don’t like other boys best.”
“Why not? You two are identical, aren’t you? You look exactly the same.”
“But we’ll change once we get older.”
“In that case I guess I like Kari best…”
“I guess you still like Kari best,” I whisper. A single tear runs down my face and drops into the water to be contaminated with fish poo. Whether it is that thought or maybe the idea of Kari and Trinity together or something else completely different I have no idea but I suddenly whimper involuntarily and the tears start to flow. Within moments I’m sobbing, my forehead resting against my knees and my arms wrapped around myself.
I wish I had never agreed to be Kari’s understudy in that stupid play.
I wish I didn’t have to see my sister and Trinity together ever.
I wish it wasn’t over a hundred degrees out here and that we had not come to the fucking beach with the fucking water contaminated with the fucking fish poo.
But most of all I just wish I wasn’t a fucking boy!
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
I hate the beach even more than I hate acting but not nearly as much as I hate seeing Kari and Trinity together. It’s just so boring. I can’t swim and have never been interested in learning how. I don’t understand how anyone can actually want to swim. I mean, there’s water, right? And fish live in the water, yes? Well at least in the lake they do. And if they live there they have to poo somewhere, right? That is, assuming that fish actually do poo. But anyway, they must poo in the water, right? Which means there is fish poo in the water. And people swim in it.
Yeah. No thanks.
So when we go to the beach I can’t swim. Or actually get in the water at all. Because eew. Which brings me to where I am now – feet bare but the rest of my clothes still firmly on, sitting on a blue and white striped beach towel beside Trinity with my sister on his other side. They do not care about fish poo and will go in the water. I, on the other hand, will spend my time – we’ll spend a couple of hours here probably – either wandering up and down the beach with Avalon or lying on my towel in the sun trying not to fry while my sister and the love of my life frolic in the lake.
Fish poo. Yeechy.
My skin is very pale, the curse of the natural red head, I guess. My sister’s skin is the same way. Both of us burn with the smallest exposure to the sun. I have to use almost an entire bottle of sunscreen if I want to be out for very long. But I don’t mind because Kari buys the sunscreen and she always gets the pink sparkly kind. Wearing it makes me feel slightly more like the girl I wish I were even though I only rub it on my face, neck, arms, and legs. I never take my tee shirt off like other boys do at the beach because I look nothing like they do. I’m pale and skinny. I have no tan because of my skin and its aversion to sun. I’m not muscular because that just isn’t me. And I don’t have breasts because I’m not a girl.
Given the choice between the two…Well, I don’t think I have to point out which I would prefer to have.
Like always Trinity tries to lure me into the lake with them. He promises me ice cream with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles, a trip to the mall to see the new Harry Potter movie, and a hundred cherry popcicles. It has no effect on my desire to stay out of both the fish poo and the water. I resolve to walk Avalon up the shoreline to where the water is shallower and there is no beach, only rocks. I like to sit on the rocks and watch the tiny silver fish flash through the shallow water.
Then he promises to hold me the entire time we’re in the water and swears he won’t let me drown.
That is almost, almost enough because I love having Trinity hold me. And yet there is still the matter of that awful part of me that makes me – physically at least – a boy despite how much I feel like a girl inside and wish I were one in all aspects. I’m a little afrait of it, that it will make itself known despite how much I don’t want it to when I am with Trinity. And there’s the whole fish poo thing to consider too. I don’t know. Maybe if Trinity had made the same promise about a pool with lots of nice poo killing chemicals or something…
Eventually he gives up and lets my sister drag him into the fish pooy water of Shady Lake. Shady Lake the lake, not Shady Lake the town where Kari, Trinity, and I live. For a little while I sit and watch them, my hand lightly stroking Avalon’s furry middle. When Trinity lifts Kari out of the water and over his head to let her fall back in with a huge splash I decide I have had enough.
“Come on, Avalon,” I say as I stand up. “Let’s go for a walk.” And maybe stop for a smoothie or another popcicle at the snack bar on the way back because it’s so hot out here. As Avalon and I make our way down the beach I can’t help but notice everything going on around me. Even though I really don’t want to.
The sand is hot against my bare feet, almost too hot so I walk just in the edge of the water so it barely covers my toes but cools the sand. I can always wipe my feet off with the wet wipes in my backpack whenI get back to where we left the towels.
The mingled smells of the water from the lake and the pizza and French fries and other highly fattening foods from the shops along the boardwalk reach me as we wander along. I dodge a little girl building a sandcastle but Avalon runs up and sniffs her before coming back to my side. A middle aged couple dressed in green and yellow matching outfits passes us. A teenage babysitter – a girl I know I’ve seen at school but whose name escapes me just now – chases after a toddler sporting a pail of sand and a drooping wet diaper. We pass a little boy collecting shells and Chelsea Applegate – Shady Lake High School’s resident slut – lying on her stomach surrounded by boys and not-so-discreetly unfastening her bikini top in the back.
Sometimes I wish I was Chelsea except that I only want one boy, not all the male population of Shady Lake.
We continue on up the beach and here it is slightly less crowded. There are two old women playing cards under a brightly colored umbrella. Farther on where the boardwalk next to the beach ends there is a hot guy rubbing sun screen on his girlfriend’s bare back.
Great. These girls have enough balls to sunbathe topless on a public beach and I’m so ashamed of being a boy I can’t even take my shirt off.
It’s not a pleasant thought.
From there on the beach is a no man’s land, full of rocks and debris left over from parties and God only knows what else. This is where the little silver fish live, swimming in and out of the half submerged rocks. Still Avalon and I continue onward. Down the beach a few yards farther on the shoreline goes around a bend and no one from the most popular part of the beach can see past the cliff on which the cemetery is situated. Technically the beach, the public let’s-go-to-the-beach-and-have-fun part of the beach anyway, ends at the rock wall of the cliff. I don’t know who or what owns the stretch of beach beyond the cliff – the narrow stretch of beach barely wide enough to walk across that goes around the bend in the cliff nor the wider, rockier part beyond that – but I have never encountered anyone there. That is why I like it so much. Sometimes being with Trinity is too much and I need to be alone.
Past the bend in the beach I climb over some of the smaller rocks, Avalon following me, until I’m sitting on one that is mostly submerged in the lake without more than my toes and the soles of my feet having touched the water. This is my rock, the one I always sit on. Sometimes Avalon sits with me but today she has no interest in sitting still or having a snuggle.
Honestly when the temperature is this hot I’m not crazy about snuggling something covered with fur either.
Trinity on the other hand…
As the little silver fish dart in and out and around the rocks Avalon chases them – she never catches any – and my mind drifts…
“Tell me, Trinity! Who do you think is prettier? Who do you like most?
“Kiri-“
“Who, Trinity? Me or Kiri?”
“How the hell am I supposed to decide who’s prettier? You’re fucking identical!”
“Who do you like best? Me or Kiri?”
“Umm…Kiri? I guess.”
“But you can’t like Kiri best. He’s a boy and you’re a boy and boys don’t like other boys best.”
“Why not? You two are identical, aren’t you? You look exactly the same.”
“But we’ll change once we get older.”
“In that case I guess I like Kari best…”
“I guess you still like Kari best,” I whisper. A single tear runs down my face and drops into the water to be contaminated with fish poo. Whether it is that thought or maybe the idea of Kari and Trinity together or something else completely different I have no idea but I suddenly whimper involuntarily and the tears start to flow. Within moments I’m sobbing, my forehead resting against my knees and my arms wrapped around myself.
I wish I had never agreed to be Kari’s understudy in that stupid play.
I wish I didn’t have to see my sister and Trinity together ever.
I wish it wasn’t over a hundred degrees out here and that we had not come to the fucking beach with the fucking water contaminated with the fucking fish poo.
But most of all I just wish I wasn’t a fucking boy!
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