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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 Five: One Word Whispers
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
He carries me all the way back to the most crowded part of the beach and from there to the parking lot up by the boardwalk. I just let him. I feel too tired and so…I don’t know…just not good that I can’t even bring myself to worry about being a boy or about that physical part of me that makes me a boy making its presence known. In face it feels soft and unresponsive and sort of uninterested just now and for that I’m thankful.
But then something – someone – else occurs to me. And even though I don’t really trust my voice to stay steady and not break I say, “Kari-“
“Kari met Yasmeen at the snack bar. They’re going to the mall and she’s spending the night.” Trinity shifts me in his arms and I grab the front of his shirt. “It’s okay, Kiri-Kitty,” he says softly. “I won’t drop you.”
I trust him.
Somehow Trinity gets the door open without putting me down. He could have just lifted me over it through the window. “Stay there,” he says, sitting me down on the front passenger seat, sideways so my legs are hanging out of the car from the knees down. “Don’t move. I don’t want you to get dizzy again.”
I don’t want me getting dizzy again either. That parking lot pavement doesn’t look as if it will be very forgiving should my head come into contact with it. So I lay my head against the back of the seat and close my eyes. Everything behind my eyelids is black and the world stops spinning.
Trinity pushes my hair back. Somehow my ponytail has come completely undone but I can’t bring myself to care. I only open my eyes again when something cold and wet touches my face. I find Trinity wiping my face with the wet corner of a towel.
“Why?” I whisper. One word whispers seem to be all I’m capable of.
“Because you’re a mess,” he says. The towel moves from my forehead where it felt really good to run across my lips and down my chin. I look down even though I’m not sure I want to see how big a mess I’ve made of myself. This is humiliating.
Maybe I’ll die of mortification and save Trinity the trouble of trying to clean me.
There’s a lovely enormous red splotch on my shirt that’s the same color as the popcicle I was eating earlier as well as the revolting mess that I vomited into the water a few minutes ago, partly on the pink star but mostly on the white part. Okay, so I can deal with the whole being sick thing. I don’t want to but it’s a natural function that happens to everyone now and then. Except…
It’s…
On…
Me…
And I’m wearing my sister’s shirt. “Trinity.” It comes out as a pathetic whine.
“But he glances in the same direction I’m looking. “Oh,” Trinity says. He knows about my obsessive compulsive disorder and how much I hate germs of any kind. “Let’s get that off.” His hands move toward the bottom of my tee shirt.
“No!” It seems I am actually capable of doing more than whispering even if I am sticking to one word sentences.
“God, Kiri. Don’t freak out.” The words themselves may seem a little harsh but Trinity’s tone is gentle. He knows about my hatred of removing any article of my clothing in front of anyone but not the reason why.
It’s because of my completely flat chest and that thing in my pants that makes me so obviously a boy. But I’m never going to tell Trinity that, especially since he’s part – or actually most of – the reason why I would happily trade my cock and balls for a pair of breasts.
Trinity leaves me for a moment to rummage through the contents of the space behind the back seat of the jeep. “Ah!” he says finally. “Here we go. I knew it was here somewhere.” He comes back to me with a piece of blue fabric in one hand.
I think it might be a tee shirt. It’s amazing the things Trinity has in his jeep on any given day. Sometimes I think it might be magic. Other times I think he lives there.
“You didn’t think I’d offend your delicate sensibilities by making you go around half naked, did you?” he asks with a smile. “C’mon, Kiri-Kitty. Arms up.”
I find myself raising my arms over my head so Trinity can pull my shirt off before I can even think about what I’m doing. I don’t have time to think about whether or not Trinity sees my nipples sitting on my ribs with no padding in between and what he thinks of them if he does before he strips my soiled shirt off and replaces it with the clean – I’m assuming it’s clean because I don’t want to think about the alternative – one.
It’s so big on me that if I take my shorts off no one will notice. I’m not about to take my shorts off but I love it anyway.
“There,” Trinity says. He wrestles my hair into a loose ponytail with a scrunchy he has found somewhere. “I’ll brush it for you when we get back to your house,” he says. “Okay?”
“’Kay,” Trinity loves brushing my hair or Kari’s but my sister seldom lets him. I soak up his attention like a sponge every chance I get.
“Better now?” he asks.
I nod. It makes the world spin again. I grab Trinity, hoping he can make it stop.
“Easy, Kiri-Kitty,” he says. He hugs me close to him. “Do you think you’re going to be sick again?”
“No.” I’m back to one word whispers again.
“Do you want to lie down in the back?”
“Yes, please.” I’ve advanced to two word whispers. At this rate I should be able to speak properly by the time I’m eighty.
Trinity opens the back door and lifts me up again. I find I don’t mind. He puts me down on the back seat. I lie down and curl up in a ball. Trinity whistles for Avalon and her warm furry weight snuggles onto the seat beside me.
A moment later we’re moving and the motion rocks me to sleep.
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
He carries me all the way back to the most crowded part of the beach and from there to the parking lot up by the boardwalk. I just let him. I feel too tired and so…I don’t know…just not good that I can’t even bring myself to worry about being a boy or about that physical part of me that makes me a boy making its presence known. In face it feels soft and unresponsive and sort of uninterested just now and for that I’m thankful.
But then something – someone – else occurs to me. And even though I don’t really trust my voice to stay steady and not break I say, “Kari-“
“Kari met Yasmeen at the snack bar. They’re going to the mall and she’s spending the night.” Trinity shifts me in his arms and I grab the front of his shirt. “It’s okay, Kiri-Kitty,” he says softly. “I won’t drop you.”
I trust him.
Somehow Trinity gets the door open without putting me down. He could have just lifted me over it through the window. “Stay there,” he says, sitting me down on the front passenger seat, sideways so my legs are hanging out of the car from the knees down. “Don’t move. I don’t want you to get dizzy again.”
I don’t want me getting dizzy again either. That parking lot pavement doesn’t look as if it will be very forgiving should my head come into contact with it. So I lay my head against the back of the seat and close my eyes. Everything behind my eyelids is black and the world stops spinning.
Trinity pushes my hair back. Somehow my ponytail has come completely undone but I can’t bring myself to care. I only open my eyes again when something cold and wet touches my face. I find Trinity wiping my face with the wet corner of a towel.
“Why?” I whisper. One word whispers seem to be all I’m capable of.
“Because you’re a mess,” he says. The towel moves from my forehead where it felt really good to run across my lips and down my chin. I look down even though I’m not sure I want to see how big a mess I’ve made of myself. This is humiliating.
Maybe I’ll die of mortification and save Trinity the trouble of trying to clean me.
There’s a lovely enormous red splotch on my shirt that’s the same color as the popcicle I was eating earlier as well as the revolting mess that I vomited into the water a few minutes ago, partly on the pink star but mostly on the white part. Okay, so I can deal with the whole being sick thing. I don’t want to but it’s a natural function that happens to everyone now and then. Except…
It’s…
On…
Me…
And I’m wearing my sister’s shirt. “Trinity.” It comes out as a pathetic whine.
“But he glances in the same direction I’m looking. “Oh,” Trinity says. He knows about my obsessive compulsive disorder and how much I hate germs of any kind. “Let’s get that off.” His hands move toward the bottom of my tee shirt.
“No!” It seems I am actually capable of doing more than whispering even if I am sticking to one word sentences.
“God, Kiri. Don’t freak out.” The words themselves may seem a little harsh but Trinity’s tone is gentle. He knows about my hatred of removing any article of my clothing in front of anyone but not the reason why.
It’s because of my completely flat chest and that thing in my pants that makes me so obviously a boy. But I’m never going to tell Trinity that, especially since he’s part – or actually most of – the reason why I would happily trade my cock and balls for a pair of breasts.
Trinity leaves me for a moment to rummage through the contents of the space behind the back seat of the jeep. “Ah!” he says finally. “Here we go. I knew it was here somewhere.” He comes back to me with a piece of blue fabric in one hand.
I think it might be a tee shirt. It’s amazing the things Trinity has in his jeep on any given day. Sometimes I think it might be magic. Other times I think he lives there.
“You didn’t think I’d offend your delicate sensibilities by making you go around half naked, did you?” he asks with a smile. “C’mon, Kiri-Kitty. Arms up.”
I find myself raising my arms over my head so Trinity can pull my shirt off before I can even think about what I’m doing. I don’t have time to think about whether or not Trinity sees my nipples sitting on my ribs with no padding in between and what he thinks of them if he does before he strips my soiled shirt off and replaces it with the clean – I’m assuming it’s clean because I don’t want to think about the alternative – one.
It’s so big on me that if I take my shorts off no one will notice. I’m not about to take my shorts off but I love it anyway.
“There,” Trinity says. He wrestles my hair into a loose ponytail with a scrunchy he has found somewhere. “I’ll brush it for you when we get back to your house,” he says. “Okay?”
“’Kay,” Trinity loves brushing my hair or Kari’s but my sister seldom lets him. I soak up his attention like a sponge every chance I get.
“Better now?” he asks.
I nod. It makes the world spin again. I grab Trinity, hoping he can make it stop.
“Easy, Kiri-Kitty,” he says. He hugs me close to him. “Do you think you’re going to be sick again?”
“No.” I’m back to one word whispers again.
“Do you want to lie down in the back?”
“Yes, please.” I’ve advanced to two word whispers. At this rate I should be able to speak properly by the time I’m eighty.
Trinity opens the back door and lifts me up again. I find I don’t mind. He puts me down on the back seat. I lie down and curl up in a ball. Trinity whistles for Avalon and her warm furry weight snuggles onto the seat beside me.
A moment later we’re moving and the motion rocks me to sleep.
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