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When I walked out of the bathroom Frank was dressed in black skinny jeans and an Iron Maiden T-shirt that was skin tight.
“Ready to go? Mikey’s already left.” Frank asked and I nodded, shoving my phone, wallet and keys into my jeans pockets.
“Hey, you’ve been crying? You alright, Gee?” Frankie asked, concern lacing his voice as he rested a hand on my shoulder.
“Frank! My brother and his best friend just saw me in my underwear! No one has seen me in my underwear since I was nine!” I exclaimed and he blushed. “The worst thing was you just sat there and stared! Even when I asked you to stop!” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, I just over reacted. Let’s go.” He looked up and smiled.
“Sorry for staring it’s just, well, you’re hot.” He admitted and blushed as we walked up the stairs.
“Okay then, that’s another store we need to go in. The opticians!” I laughed. Me? Hot? Yeah right.
“I mean it, you really are.” He said shyly and I couldn’t help but grin.
“We’re going to have to stop for coffee though, I need caffeine.” I said and Frankie laughed as we got in my van.
“So, you spilled your guts to me last night, I think I should tell you about me.” Frankie said and I smirked.
“Go on then, who is Frankie?” I asked, actually really wanting to know.
“Well, I’m eighteen, and I’m best friends with your brother. I love cooking, playing the guitar, horror movies and I love punk and rock bands like the Misfits, Amen, Black Flag and the like. I like to read comic books and I’m a vegetarian. I’m an only child and I live in the apartment me and Mikey have for college because my parents are Catholic and they kicked me out when I told them that I was bisexual; apparently indulging in both is worse than just the one” He laughed darkly. “I have never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I have never been kissed and I am a virgin.” Frank said, grinning all the way through telling me. “My birthday is Halloween as well.” He said and I grinned, that was an awesome birthday!
“Cool, mine’s April ninth. “ I said and grinned. “We’re here.” I told him and jumped out of the car, locking the door and shoving my hands in my pockets, instinctively hunching my shoulders and walking with my head down.
“Uhh, Gee? Why are you walking like that?” Frank asked and I straightened out, causing him to giggle. His giggle was high pitched and had a hiccup sort of thing in it that I couldn’t help but smile at.
“M’kay, we need to go to Katie Browns, they usually do pretty good stuff there.” I said and he nodded, slinking an arm around my waist in a friendly fashion that I didn’t bother shrugging off.
“That it?” Frankie asked, pointing towards the store. I nodded and he took his hand from my shoulder and walked into the store, I followed behind him and a woman in her mid-forties came over to us.
“May I help you, boys?” She asked, looking suspicious.
“Yeah, my friend Gerard’s bras are getting way too small and he needs some new ones, thanks.” Frankie said like it was no big deal and the woman sneered.
“We don’t appreciate people messing around in here. This is a store for women’s underwear, so what is it you really want?” She asked, looking down her nose at us which made me cringe.
“Excuse me, m’am, but if you can’t see well enough to see my friend Gee’s lovely figure, I think you may need to go to the Opticians.” Frankie said sweetly and the woman scoffed.
“Would you like me to fetch the manager?” She threatened and Frankie nodded.
“Please do.” He stated and the woman walked off to the back of the store. A few minutes later a woman around her mid-twenties came over to us.
“Sorry about her, we do get a few cross dressers coming in and some people just don’t understand.” The woman said and I blushed violently. Frankie rolled his eyes. “I don’t judge though.” She added, seeing Frank’s expression.
“I’m sorry, we’re not cross dressers, Gee here is a hermaphrodite. We’re not here by choice and he’s not like that by choice.” Frankie explained calmly and the woman nodded.
“Ah, yes, I remember Gerard. Haven’t seen you in a long time. Need to up size again sweetie?” The woman asked and I nodded, she handed me a tape measure. “You know what to do.” She said and I walked towards the changing room, Frank was following me. I remembered the woman now, she had dealt with me the first time I came in when I was thirteen, if I remember correctly, she is called Sarah, is twenty seven and is bisexual.
“Uhh, Frankie? What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“Sorry, I’m just interested.” He blushed and looked down.
“It’s okay Frankie, I get it, just wait out here okay?” I asked and he nodded as I walked into the cubicle and closed the door, locking it behind me. I stripped off my T-shirt and was relieved to take my bra off- the damn thing was killing my back! I tried to measure myself but it was too difficult because the tape kept slipping. They do provide fitting services, but I can’t trust anyone that I don’t know to do that. I only had one hope.
I took a deep breath, “Frankie?” I called.
“Yeah Gee?”
“I kind of need a hand with something, can you come in here a sec please?” I asked and flicked the lock. Frank walked in and gasped. “The tape keeps slipping; can you do it for me please?” I asked and he nodded, staring at my chest still.
“So I just…” He left off and I grinned.
“You have to do the full bust measurement which is around the fullest part of the breast and then the under bust measurement which is just underneath the breasts and on the ribs. Then you look at the grid, find the measurements and Walla- you know your bra size.” I told him and he nodded, looping the cold tape around my body and lining it up, sticking his tongue out and reading the measurement. He then slipped it down and underneath my breasts and looked at the measurement. He looked at the grid and grinned.
“Shit Gee!” He gasped and I blushed, feeling exposed.
“What?” I asked, nervous.
“You’re a thirty four triple D! Many girls would kill for a cleavage like that!” He grinned. “I’ll go get you some bra’s, I’ll be back!” I nodded and he bounded out of the door.
I waited for about five minutes before Frankie came bursting back into the small changing room, hands full of bra’s that were definitely not sports bras.
“F-Frankie, what are they?” I asked shakily, pointing at the lacy garments in his hands.
Frank rolled his eyes and smirked, “Push up bras?” He said sarcastically.
“I don’t know how to tell you this but sports bras are definitely the way to go with me, the more I can hide what I am, the better.” I told him and he sighed, dumping the bras on the small changing room bench and placing a warm hand on each of my bare shoulders, I flinched.
“Gee, I told you, we’re going to get you something sexy and embrace and enhance what and who you are, not hide it. To be honest though, not even the tightest, highest support sports bra on this planet could hide what you’ve got there, sugar.” Frankie said and smiled his crooked cheeky grin at me. “Just try them on, Gee.”
“Okay, but I’ve never put one of these damn things on before, pull on sports bras are the only thing I’ve ever known, the clips are agitating.” I grumbled and he nodded.
“It’s okay, I’ll do it for you and you can see how it works.” I raised an eyebrow.
“And when did you become a bra expert?” I asked.
“Well, my cousin got really ill a few years ago, and I had to look after her. For the last few months before she died, she couldn’t even put a bra on. It was cancer.” He murmured and hooped one of the bras around my back.
“That’s awful Frankie, I’m so sorry.” I muttered softly and he clipped the bra on backwards just underneath my breast.
“It’s okay, this may rub a little.” He warned and twisted the bra so it was the right way around. I threaded my arms through the straps and he tightened them so they were the right length and hugged my shoulders snugly but not painfully. I jerked away when I felt a warm hand reach into the cup of my bra and lift my breast.
“Frank!” I yelled and slammed myself against the opposite wall of the changing rooms, feeling completely vulnerable, scared and horribly exposed.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! When you wear a push up or a non-sports bra you have to lift yourself into them so they fit right!” Frankie explained in a rush and I instantly relaxed, blushing and feeling stupid.
“Sorry, it just felt weird.” I said and hugged him.
“That’s alright Gee, you look hot!” He said and I laughed, he turned me to look in the mirror. The bra was lacy and black with red satin shining through the black lace, the straps were thick and supportive, which gave me some comfort. The bra contrasted shockingly against the pale white of my skin and admittedly, did give me a pretty good cleavage. I stared at my reflection and felt the tears come, letting them splash down my cheeks. Great, I’d cried three times now in the space of less than twenty four hours- it’s not really unusual though. I wasn’t meant to look like this! I’m a… not even a man or a woman, I’m both for Christ’s sake!
“Why are you crying, Gee? You look amazing!” Frankie breathed and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and resting a head on my shoulder.
“You have eyes, don’t you! I’m a freak of nature, I’m not meant to be like this!” I cried and tried to pull away from Frankie but his grip was too firm. He turned me around and placed one hand on my cheek, the other still gently on my waist.
“Gerard, you are meant to look like this, you’re amazing! You’re beautiful and there’s no one else like you in the whole world, you, are Gerard Arthur Way, and you… are incredible.” He breathed and kissed my forehead as my tears subsided.
“My back actually feels much better in this than it does in the sports bras.” I commented, looking at myself properly in the mirror- sure the image was contradicting, but it was me. I had to accept that. Frankie leaned on the doorframe as I looked at my reflection from different angles. I had broad shoulders, wide hipbones, a slim waist, a large bust and slightly muscular arms and legs.
“Kay, I’ll go get you some more and you can get dressed, then we’ll go and carry on shopping, yeah?” Frankie asked and I nodded, changing back into my old bra and my baggy Misfits T-shirt. I gathered the three garments and walked out of the changing room where Frankie was waiting with three more and sports bra, I raised my eyebrow at this.
“Well, you’re going to need one for when you actually do sport.” Frankie explained and we crossed to the counter where Sarah was. I put the garments on the counter and paid for them, Frankie standing right next to me and grinning. Sarah smiled at Frank as she totted up my bill.
“That’s forty three pounds, thanks.” I smiled and gave it her while Frankie let out a low whistle- he probably hadn’t realised how expensive bras are. “This your boyfriend, Gerard?” She asked and I blushed, shaking my head. “Shame, you two go well together, you should consider it. See you soon, boys!” She said and I called a goodbye as I walked out of the shop, stuffing the bag with the bras in into my messenger bag that I had taken out of the van earlier. I hadn’t taken it out since the day I left high school- and it still had my English and science book and my sketch book in it.
Please R&R, I'd really love to know what you guys thnk of this one, I've been working on it for a while and researching on hermaphrodites made my parents ask some odd questions, lol. Anyway, please rate and review.
Jackie
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“Ready to go? Mikey’s already left.” Frank asked and I nodded, shoving my phone, wallet and keys into my jeans pockets.
“Hey, you’ve been crying? You alright, Gee?” Frankie asked, concern lacing his voice as he rested a hand on my shoulder.
“Frank! My brother and his best friend just saw me in my underwear! No one has seen me in my underwear since I was nine!” I exclaimed and he blushed. “The worst thing was you just sat there and stared! Even when I asked you to stop!” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, I just over reacted. Let’s go.” He looked up and smiled.
“Sorry for staring it’s just, well, you’re hot.” He admitted and blushed as we walked up the stairs.
“Okay then, that’s another store we need to go in. The opticians!” I laughed. Me? Hot? Yeah right.
“I mean it, you really are.” He said shyly and I couldn’t help but grin.
“We’re going to have to stop for coffee though, I need caffeine.” I said and Frankie laughed as we got in my van.
“So, you spilled your guts to me last night, I think I should tell you about me.” Frankie said and I smirked.
“Go on then, who is Frankie?” I asked, actually really wanting to know.
“Well, I’m eighteen, and I’m best friends with your brother. I love cooking, playing the guitar, horror movies and I love punk and rock bands like the Misfits, Amen, Black Flag and the like. I like to read comic books and I’m a vegetarian. I’m an only child and I live in the apartment me and Mikey have for college because my parents are Catholic and they kicked me out when I told them that I was bisexual; apparently indulging in both is worse than just the one” He laughed darkly. “I have never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I have never been kissed and I am a virgin.” Frank said, grinning all the way through telling me. “My birthday is Halloween as well.” He said and I grinned, that was an awesome birthday!
“Cool, mine’s April ninth. “ I said and grinned. “We’re here.” I told him and jumped out of the car, locking the door and shoving my hands in my pockets, instinctively hunching my shoulders and walking with my head down.
“Uhh, Gee? Why are you walking like that?” Frank asked and I straightened out, causing him to giggle. His giggle was high pitched and had a hiccup sort of thing in it that I couldn’t help but smile at.
“M’kay, we need to go to Katie Browns, they usually do pretty good stuff there.” I said and he nodded, slinking an arm around my waist in a friendly fashion that I didn’t bother shrugging off.
“That it?” Frankie asked, pointing towards the store. I nodded and he took his hand from my shoulder and walked into the store, I followed behind him and a woman in her mid-forties came over to us.
“May I help you, boys?” She asked, looking suspicious.
“Yeah, my friend Gerard’s bras are getting way too small and he needs some new ones, thanks.” Frankie said like it was no big deal and the woman sneered.
“We don’t appreciate people messing around in here. This is a store for women’s underwear, so what is it you really want?” She asked, looking down her nose at us which made me cringe.
“Excuse me, m’am, but if you can’t see well enough to see my friend Gee’s lovely figure, I think you may need to go to the Opticians.” Frankie said sweetly and the woman scoffed.
“Would you like me to fetch the manager?” She threatened and Frankie nodded.
“Please do.” He stated and the woman walked off to the back of the store. A few minutes later a woman around her mid-twenties came over to us.
“Sorry about her, we do get a few cross dressers coming in and some people just don’t understand.” The woman said and I blushed violently. Frankie rolled his eyes. “I don’t judge though.” She added, seeing Frank’s expression.
“I’m sorry, we’re not cross dressers, Gee here is a hermaphrodite. We’re not here by choice and he’s not like that by choice.” Frankie explained calmly and the woman nodded.
“Ah, yes, I remember Gerard. Haven’t seen you in a long time. Need to up size again sweetie?” The woman asked and I nodded, she handed me a tape measure. “You know what to do.” She said and I walked towards the changing room, Frank was following me. I remembered the woman now, she had dealt with me the first time I came in when I was thirteen, if I remember correctly, she is called Sarah, is twenty seven and is bisexual.
“Uhh, Frankie? What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“Sorry, I’m just interested.” He blushed and looked down.
“It’s okay Frankie, I get it, just wait out here okay?” I asked and he nodded as I walked into the cubicle and closed the door, locking it behind me. I stripped off my T-shirt and was relieved to take my bra off- the damn thing was killing my back! I tried to measure myself but it was too difficult because the tape kept slipping. They do provide fitting services, but I can’t trust anyone that I don’t know to do that. I only had one hope.
I took a deep breath, “Frankie?” I called.
“Yeah Gee?”
“I kind of need a hand with something, can you come in here a sec please?” I asked and flicked the lock. Frank walked in and gasped. “The tape keeps slipping; can you do it for me please?” I asked and he nodded, staring at my chest still.
“So I just…” He left off and I grinned.
“You have to do the full bust measurement which is around the fullest part of the breast and then the under bust measurement which is just underneath the breasts and on the ribs. Then you look at the grid, find the measurements and Walla- you know your bra size.” I told him and he nodded, looping the cold tape around my body and lining it up, sticking his tongue out and reading the measurement. He then slipped it down and underneath my breasts and looked at the measurement. He looked at the grid and grinned.
“Shit Gee!” He gasped and I blushed, feeling exposed.
“What?” I asked, nervous.
“You’re a thirty four triple D! Many girls would kill for a cleavage like that!” He grinned. “I’ll go get you some bra’s, I’ll be back!” I nodded and he bounded out of the door.
I waited for about five minutes before Frankie came bursting back into the small changing room, hands full of bra’s that were definitely not sports bras.
“F-Frankie, what are they?” I asked shakily, pointing at the lacy garments in his hands.
Frank rolled his eyes and smirked, “Push up bras?” He said sarcastically.
“I don’t know how to tell you this but sports bras are definitely the way to go with me, the more I can hide what I am, the better.” I told him and he sighed, dumping the bras on the small changing room bench and placing a warm hand on each of my bare shoulders, I flinched.
“Gee, I told you, we’re going to get you something sexy and embrace and enhance what and who you are, not hide it. To be honest though, not even the tightest, highest support sports bra on this planet could hide what you’ve got there, sugar.” Frankie said and smiled his crooked cheeky grin at me. “Just try them on, Gee.”
“Okay, but I’ve never put one of these damn things on before, pull on sports bras are the only thing I’ve ever known, the clips are agitating.” I grumbled and he nodded.
“It’s okay, I’ll do it for you and you can see how it works.” I raised an eyebrow.
“And when did you become a bra expert?” I asked.
“Well, my cousin got really ill a few years ago, and I had to look after her. For the last few months before she died, she couldn’t even put a bra on. It was cancer.” He murmured and hooped one of the bras around my back.
“That’s awful Frankie, I’m so sorry.” I muttered softly and he clipped the bra on backwards just underneath my breast.
“It’s okay, this may rub a little.” He warned and twisted the bra so it was the right way around. I threaded my arms through the straps and he tightened them so they were the right length and hugged my shoulders snugly but not painfully. I jerked away when I felt a warm hand reach into the cup of my bra and lift my breast.
“Frank!” I yelled and slammed myself against the opposite wall of the changing rooms, feeling completely vulnerable, scared and horribly exposed.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! When you wear a push up or a non-sports bra you have to lift yourself into them so they fit right!” Frankie explained in a rush and I instantly relaxed, blushing and feeling stupid.
“Sorry, it just felt weird.” I said and hugged him.
“That’s alright Gee, you look hot!” He said and I laughed, he turned me to look in the mirror. The bra was lacy and black with red satin shining through the black lace, the straps were thick and supportive, which gave me some comfort. The bra contrasted shockingly against the pale white of my skin and admittedly, did give me a pretty good cleavage. I stared at my reflection and felt the tears come, letting them splash down my cheeks. Great, I’d cried three times now in the space of less than twenty four hours- it’s not really unusual though. I wasn’t meant to look like this! I’m a… not even a man or a woman, I’m both for Christ’s sake!
“Why are you crying, Gee? You look amazing!” Frankie breathed and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and resting a head on my shoulder.
“You have eyes, don’t you! I’m a freak of nature, I’m not meant to be like this!” I cried and tried to pull away from Frankie but his grip was too firm. He turned me around and placed one hand on my cheek, the other still gently on my waist.
“Gerard, you are meant to look like this, you’re amazing! You’re beautiful and there’s no one else like you in the whole world, you, are Gerard Arthur Way, and you… are incredible.” He breathed and kissed my forehead as my tears subsided.
“My back actually feels much better in this than it does in the sports bras.” I commented, looking at myself properly in the mirror- sure the image was contradicting, but it was me. I had to accept that. Frankie leaned on the doorframe as I looked at my reflection from different angles. I had broad shoulders, wide hipbones, a slim waist, a large bust and slightly muscular arms and legs.
“Kay, I’ll go get you some more and you can get dressed, then we’ll go and carry on shopping, yeah?” Frankie asked and I nodded, changing back into my old bra and my baggy Misfits T-shirt. I gathered the three garments and walked out of the changing room where Frankie was waiting with three more and sports bra, I raised my eyebrow at this.
“Well, you’re going to need one for when you actually do sport.” Frankie explained and we crossed to the counter where Sarah was. I put the garments on the counter and paid for them, Frankie standing right next to me and grinning. Sarah smiled at Frank as she totted up my bill.
“That’s forty three pounds, thanks.” I smiled and gave it her while Frankie let out a low whistle- he probably hadn’t realised how expensive bras are. “This your boyfriend, Gerard?” She asked and I blushed, shaking my head. “Shame, you two go well together, you should consider it. See you soon, boys!” She said and I called a goodbye as I walked out of the shop, stuffing the bag with the bras in into my messenger bag that I had taken out of the van earlier. I hadn’t taken it out since the day I left high school- and it still had my English and science book and my sketch book in it.
Please R&R, I'd really love to know what you guys thnk of this one, I've been working on it for a while and researching on hermaphrodites made my parents ask some odd questions, lol. Anyway, please rate and review.
Jackie
zzz
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