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Introduction, warnings, and Explanation

Because of the risky content of the story, I’d recommend reading this.
“Freak Love” is a semi-realistic story set in a world meant to mimic our own, although certain areas are purposefully left vague and some places are entirely fictional. The story is set in a world not too far into the future, so many technological aspects and social issues are exactly the same as in our world. If you need a more solid timeframe, I sometimes presume the “Prologue” happens in year 2012.

In this story, I've been trying my best to convey the emotional baggage of things like unrequited love, heavy bodily image issues, lack of motivation, parental abandomnent, long-term effects of past heartbreak on an adult, childhood bullying, premature puberty and development of sex drive, overly strong sex drive and second-wave (emotional connection-based) sexual attraction, forbidden love, and gender identity issues as well as phobias related to people who may find themselves having them.
A combination of those leads at least one of the characters involved to become slightly unstable despite their best efforts, and ends up causing the portrayal of several characters (primarily minor) as irredeemable assholes.

What can you expect? Short and unexplicit depictions and explanations of romantic love, attachment, and sexual arousal in a minor far below the age of consent... pretty much anywhere, with nothing serious to follow immediately.
Scenes depicting masturbation below most countries age of consent (characters shown masturbating and climaxing alone are over 14).
Scenes depicting sexual tension between minors of ages that aren't always thought of as appropriate (14-18).
Initiation at an age that is often still inappropriate or illegal (16-17), although legal in the country this fictional story is set up in; suggestions of other activities, sexual or illegal for minors/overall, of people around that very age. (Implied alcohol and drug usage).

A character essentially developing strong sexuality and single-target hypersexuality.

Unrealistic physical development, and characters believing someone's inferiority or superiority based on bodily attributes.

Discussing or downright portraying phobias/hate crimes that, while not neccessarily directly affecting characters in question, strongly affect LGBT communities. I upfront apologize if I overstress, understress, or misinterpret an issue - I am not in any way related to any LGBT community myself, and my personal attitude towards them is mildly sympathetic, but my views have been occasionally described as 'harsh' by their side (even though they're scandalously and unacceptably progressive for people who are conservative Christians). This story universally portrays harm coming to people due to homophobia and transphobia in light at least mildly sympathetic for the characters harmed, but it does contain descriptions of hate speeches and emotional anguish such acts can cause.

If you can imagine a pairing and relatively vanilla sexual position that involves an entirely realistic person and an entirely sexually functional hermaphrodite, it'll likely be implied, pondered upon,referenced, or downright portrayed in this story.

Finally, or perhaps first and foremost, forbidden love, specifically same-generation incest, and trying to follow through on desires that may lead to it, interspersed with self-denial of such desires until they become almost obsessive. The main pairing, at least as far as romantic and sexual tension goes, is a set of siblings. If you’re very icky about incest, I recommend you don’t read this story. For the vast majority of the story, the major characters involved in this are emotionally immature, and at least one of them could be seen as unstable.While I'd like t believe my portrayal is moving and heart-warming at times, this is essentially stuff that many people are wholeheartedly opposed to, heavy, squicky, and risky.

This story is about 90% finished and 60% self-beta-ed and edited, so I should be able to upgrade regularly. The ending is already determined, but I will not update the "ending" tags until the story is completely updated, which may make the experience heavier. Still, the feedback I've received for this story before proves that if a person is completely aware of what they're reading, this story can be quite enjoyable, and I'm probably being a little pessimistic on just how heavy it is.



Disclaimer : All characters are original and created by me. I do not own the images nor am in any way involved with any people who may be quoted or brought up in celebrity fashion or as authorities on morals, ethics, or science. Any similarity to real world people or situations beyond direct and intended call-outs are entirely accidental. Many of the locations referred in this story are purposefully vague and some are fictional. The majority of this story revolves around and is set in Australia and Canada. Some of the medical, biochemical, and anatomical knowledge contained in the story is accurate or theoretically possible, but much is impossible or simply fictional.

Chapter I : Childhood
Prologue

„Freaks of nature. Both of them”.
When her long-time fiancée, Michael, was leaving her, those were the words he uttered.
They even had a date for their wedding set – just some time after she was expected to go into labor and deliver the babies at last. Everything was going so well. She could practically feel his love and one could just tell he expected the children to be quite the high-fliers, kids that would one day grow up to be amongst the best in whatever they happened to do.
Despite the fact that her pregnancy was described as “weird”, she truly expected both of the children to be healthy and adorable babies that she could shower with love together with her husband-to-be, and brag about to her neighbors.
No such things were meant for her.

At what was their farewell, their eternal breakup that meant they would probably never see each other again, she could only feel hurt, shocked, pushed away. He was the one making the decision. He was the one doing all the talking. The worst thing was he wasn’t really surprised; and there wasn’t true anger in his voice, maybe a hint of a cold, buried wrath, but also equal hints of something like… relief, like he actually wanted her to screw something up so he could break their relationship before the wedding.

“You said you wanted to have a family with me and I decided to give you one. I gave you my precious genes and look what you’ve done with them! I wonder if these are really mine. Were you cheating on me? Are you the neighbor’s cum dumpster or what? Or is it your fault?”
Her words nearly made him hit her, but also finally allowed her to feel natural, expected emotions in his voice. She barely managed to whisper “It’s not my fault”, and she spoke no more during her ordeal, despite the emotional anguish.
“How is it not your fault!? Look at me! You’ve seen me naked, you’ve seen what I can do when exercising or at sports… How can any of this madness be because of me?! If there can be nobody perfect on this world, at least I’m pretty fucking high in the line! It must be your screwed-up genes! When I saw your brother, I already knew something was wrong with your goddamn family! If only you weren’t oh-so-willing to do anything I asked you to, I’d never waste my time with this stupid infatuation! And where did it lead? They can’t even DEFINE how much of a weirdo that kid is! Oh, you bore TWINS, for fuck’s sake, and what happened? Even the boy is a goddamn colorless FREAK. Look at me! Sun loves me and I love it, so how the hell is that pale, ghastly freak my son? Do I look like some fucking negative picture?!” – Michael shouted, yelled at her, making known his belief that she was not worth him, that it was all her fault.

She sobbed and cried. It was not supposed end up like this, yet it did. She bore twins. Apparently, at some point, it could’ve been triplets, but something went wrong. Fetus absorption, they say. Not frequent at all, but it could happen. Since the pregnancy itself was somehow weird, the situation itself seemed even more unique. Her brother could probably somehow explain and even connect what happened to one of the babies and if it had any bearing in theory, but she was nowhere near being a doctor. She just knew she was supposed to have triplets, somehow bore twins, and in the meantime, something went horribly wrong. The one kid that DIDN’T have anything wrong with him ended up not being “normal” either.

Lack of pigment. Albinotic.
“Freaks of nature. Both of them. This is it, Alice. We’re done. Tomorrow, I’m selling this so-called house. You’ll get your half and get your ass as far as you can from here. I’d probably take that job and leave the country. I don’t want to see your useless, mutant-birthing ass ever again, you hear me?”

He was true to his word. She got some cash, and she’d probably never see him again. In a way, Alice Lunarson’s life ended just before she was supposed to change her last name, right there, the day after she gave birth to these twins.
A son. With a disorder so unfitting for the son of his father.
And that other child. Mostly, children like that are “fixed”, since every single one is born underdeveloped in one or both ways.
This one was decidedly overdeveloped, with a never before seen level of combination and complexity to the sexual and hormonal part of its organism, not to mention perception and physical senses developed to the level that the doctors actually feared causing phantom pains as in some amputees.
Some of these fears were probably completely without any ground to them, but it was true enough that the child’s groin, despite being so complicated and intermixed, looked more like its bearer was already several years old, rather than a newborn.

Everyone was simply confused by that child.



Alice’s brother Adam was her only source of help during that difficult time. He was always dependable. A quiet but incredibly smart guy, Alice wished she had half of his intelligence and wits. She probably did, but at her breakup with Michael, she took a huge hit to two of her vital areas of life.

First of all, she was never particularly ambitious. She wanted to love and to be loved. Her and Adam’s parents’ ambitions were entirely satisfied with their genius son. Adam was finished with school and university faster than normally expected, skipping grades, and was a quickly rising figure in his fields. Practically nothing short of a genius, he could provide for her and their dad once their mother passed away, and father grew too old to work.
But, when Michael abused their entire relationship with his nothing short of vile method of break-up, both Alice’s confidence and her loving nature were shattered. She felt empty inside.
Alice was a pretty girl at the very least. Nothing special. Breast size just a touch above what seemed to pass for average these days. Slender. Medium height. Blonde hair.
She was in heaven when Michael, a guy who could probably have a one-night-stand with nearly every straight woman (and Alice believed, in her absolute infatuation with him, probably some declared lesbians) in the world, took interest in her. Michael was nothing short of a demigod. They’d probably base the gods’ visages off him if they were in ancient Greece, save for the cultural difference about penis sizes that happened since then. Athletic and muscular, but not in the overblown way some bodybuilders were, with looks that somehow seemed both manly and boyish, making women fawn over him. Alice couldn’t believe he was satisfied with her. Years later, she expected he probably had many girls on the side and stayed with her because she was so stable and had a genius brother. But, at the time… she loved him. Completely, and utterly, and could not believe her luck.

Any skilled psychologist would tell you the breakup, in addition to her original desires and the pieces of confidence she had, shattered her capacity for some of the feelings she once desired.

Nor anybody could believe her misfortune when the children were born.
Alice had no strength to fight for the right of child support. She was too crushed and always too domineered by him to even try to pursue anything at court. She had no heart to decide upon the future of the children. She decided to withdraw and leave things as they were. An albino boy and an “absolutely unique specimen”, “freak” as Michael said, child.
Her brother advised her on the names. She wanted to go with the father’s name for the boy, but he managed to dissuade her. In practice, Adam might as well have picked the names for both of her children, but she did have the last word with the non-albino child.

Gary was the boy. The other kid went nameless for a very long time. Unusually long.
But it was finally decided.



About ten years later, the kids seemed pretty set in their ways. They were growing up, each on their own. Alice at times distanced herself from them, and at times, desperately desired their closeness; despite not knowing how to deal with these feelings or how to show them. She often felt bad when they were bullied or openly rejected by others, somehow feeling like it was her fault, but they also had their own assets… ones she was content to let them use to deal with life, since she did not feel capable enough or, perhaps, didn’t care enough to deal with their problems for them.

Despite their differences and faults, they were human, and soon, they’d have to start facing all the problems humans normally faced; not only ones born from prejudice and differences.


Part 1
His Eyes

Alex realized it was already late, so she stopped running around the park with her friends and waved them as she ran home, still in high spirits.
She was a lively girl. One hard not to like. Often smiling, always active. Growing very fast – faster than nearly any of the boys or girls her age, it seemed. The type that is good at sports and average with her grades. She cared about her friends as well, so anybody lucky to be called so was delighted that they had the chance to meet her.
So far, so good.
Alex entered her house, already smelling the late meal that apparently had to do for some sort of supper, since their mother was leaving for the evening. Alex wasn’t particularly keen to learn cooking, but she and her brother would survive the evening; she knew there was a certain fun to cooking if it was done right, and she sometimes managed to do the easier things right together with someone other than just her brother, Gary.

Yes, but usually, it was him. Her twin brother. And preparing meals together was one of the few things they were, at this early age, able to do quite well together.
Gary looked different than any of her friends. He was a bit shorter than her. A thin boy who looked like he was so unhealthy… He seemed a total, polar opposite of his sister.
It’s not that he was skeletal, no. It was his overall looks. Alex was a lively girl, and it showed. She was neither the spitting image of her mother nor her father, whom she has never met- rather, she was some sort of mixture between the two, with a few extras. Strawberry blonde hair that she preferred to keep on short to medium length at this time of her life, openly defying other girls who somehow thought long hair was the prettiest. Her eyes seemed pretty unique and beautiful, an amber color with just a touch of green that perfectly suited her hair and her skin. Originally, the latter was very fair, but often being outside, in the sun, caused little Alex to develop some tan.

Gary wasn’t as vibrant or lively in his looks, nor his demeanor.
When they were very little, Alex always thought her brother did something bad and a bad wizard drained all the color from his body except for those eyes.
She hated those eyes of his. So calm and focused most of the time. So malicious whenever he was displeased. Red in color, like these times she accidentally cut or bruised and that strange painful liquid came out – well, now she could identify it as ‘blood’, and learned it was not the liquid that was painful, but who cared anyway.
Those eyes made Alex angry, if everything else about her brother just seemed weird and distant.

Alex knew that other kids did not like her brother. He was different. Not just in the way he looked – no, he behaved strangely. Avoided the sun. Avoided other kids. Having too good grades despite rarely being seen trying to study or learn anything.

Far too quiet and weird not to have other children pick on him. They were cruel like that.
Despite their differences, Alex was a caring person and so, would care about her brother. She stopped the bullying quite frequently, being able to be both more forceful and stronger than most kids, but eventually just abandoned him to his fate. Other kids sometimes cut ties with her when she protected her brother, and she didn’t want to lose friends just because he was a weirdo.
Despite that, despite Alex’s attempts to simply blend in, her brother hurt her. By being bullied. By separating himself from her and the others. By being so weird. By acting and being so smart she sometimes could not understand him. By not being like the others.
But mostly, it was those eyes. They were hard to take when there was nothing inside them. But when Gary was in pain or angry or bullied, those eyes definitely seemed like those of a monster from one of the childhood stories. Alex always worried if her brother really was human and not some strange elf or whatever brought to their home.
She was trapped between caring for her brother deeply and being afraid of him and associating with him.

Gary was reading this time. Not anything for school, either. Seemed like something deep and what she wouldn’t understand. Noticing her entrance and concluding they would be eating soon since she was already here, he put down his book, looking at his sister dispassionately.
- I could hear you even all the way from here again. You’re too loud when you play.
- I can be as loud as I want! If you learned how to play and laugh, you’d probably be as loud as me when doing it! – Alex retorted, annoyed that he was scolding her before the meal.
- You normally have such a pretty voice. Why do you have to ruin this by shouting all the time?
- I… - Alex was slightly flushed, since her brother rarely spoke kindly of any aspect of anyone. She never actually heard he thought she had a pretty voice. – I’ll shout all I want! What’s it to you!? It’s not like you care what I’m doing! It’s not like I want you to think my voice is pretty!
- I won’t say anything else. It’s pointless. Doesn’t seem to have any effect, regardless of my approach. Even reverse psychology failed.


She understood that he somehow tricked her, that he didn’t really think she had a pretty voice. That hurt her a bit.
- Dumb brother. Just because you hate to have fun outside…

Their mother entered the room, carrying something that looked and smelled like a delicious piece of meat.
Alex only begun to understand what it means to care about one’s figure, so she was glad to eat. Gary seemed to be thin regardless of what he ate, so he did not discriminate against such a big meal, either.
- Alex, don’t fight with your brother. I already told you, it’s not that he doesn’t want to play outside! He shouldn’t. It’s bad for his health.
- I’m sure he could play if he wanted! It’s like the cold! The more you are outside, the less likely you are to catch one when it’s chilly! Your health im…impa… when your outside, your health im…
- Improves? – Gary cut in.
- Yes! So, if you wanted, you could…
- I hate the sun. It’ll never get better. Uncle said so himself.
- Kids, don’t fight and eat. – their mother cut in on the conversation - Alex, please don’t be so hard on your brother. You already know other kids pester him.
- It’s because he’s different. He doesn’t even want to fit in.
- Wouldn’t it be boring if everyone was the same? – Gary responded.



Alex wondered for a moment, and decided she couldn’t actually answer that without losing. So, she did the next best thing – she focused on eating.
- The power of food is incredible. If you ate all the time, you’d actually be quiet.
- Gary, if you keep trying to talk me into something, I’ll eat your food as well!
- You’re scary, sister.
- Look who’s talking.
The pair managed to eat in silence before the evening came and, together with their neighbor, they would walk off their mother to the station.

- I’ll return tomorrow afternoon. Please don’t fight anymore, OK? You’re a brother and a sister, so you should try to get along despite your differences.
Alex nodded.
- You’ll have to make yourself some food for the morning and before sleep. Please don’t stay up late. Gary, if either of you have any problems, ask Mrs Brown here for help, OK? And don’t try to ditch school just because mommy’s not there to wake you up.
- All right, Mom! – Alex responded, suddenly filled with newfound energy.
The average parent would consider it weird to have the kids make themselves food instead of leaving something ready in the fridge for them. The average parent may try to take steps to stop other kids from “pestering their son” rather than just tell their daughter not to add onto his pile of worries. But Alex and Gary didn’t know the average parent, and after their birth, it was unlikely their mother would actually ever reach the ‘level’ of one.
Their mom waited and got on the train. The two kids were about to be brought back home by their neighbor. Alex turned to Gary, now willing to try and make up a bit from their mother’s gentle scolding, and advice upon her departure.
- Looks like we’ll be having fun making sandwiches together again!
- Last time, when you mixed tomatoes with chocolate butter, I’ve realized that it cannot get any weirder.
- But I remember you liking something I did!
- Yes. Whatever you did to that fish was amazing.
- Te-hee! – Alex said, beaming him a smile. They turned to move back home. She watched her brother carefully.
[“It would be boring if everyone was the same… But brother seems so weird and distant! It’s difficult to get along… Still, he’s so smart… He may be right.”]
Alex watched her brother move in his strange, half-mechanical fashion, sliding slightly faster than their neighbor. She’d have to catch up, but she had to make sure she’d be on the proper side – the one that mattered.
Gary pulled out his left hand from his pocket, so Alex grinned and followed immediately.
[“Gary, you little silly! Even if you say that, I can tell… You’re so sad all the time, so Sister will try to spend more time with you!”]
Alex did not hesitate when she grabbed Gary’s hand in her own, holding firmly. He actually stopped, but she pulled him along, letting out something of a chirp as she did so. He looked at his sister, stunned.
- Let’s hurry up! I want to have fun with you!
- I guess we really need some food to make you quiet.
- I’ll start to whisper… ~if it makes you like me more – Alex responded half-melodically.

That was probably the first time ever she could swear her pale, white-skinned brother blushed.
[“Wow, he’s even redder than anyone I’ve seen! How cute!”]
Alex, and Gary at her unbearable prompting, spent most of the evening experimenting with making food together. She later tried to tease him by taking away his book, but he quickly gave up and simply read a magazine before going to wash himself.
In the meantime, Alex wondered how could she make her brother show his cute side every once in a while.




It was nearly the end of lessons. Just a long break and last one to go.
For the first time in a couple of years at least, Alex was actually looking forward to coming back home.
She felt like she finally realized all the good points of her brother. For all his adeptness at being isolated, Gary was the person who knew her for the longest time – they were twins, after all. Him being a smart boy wasn’t a bad thing – they could learn together at home and he’d probably quickly learn how to say funny things, so they could enjoy their time together.

Gary could be a great friend. Even better than many of those she already had.
And since he’d always be at her house, she could have fun all the time.
Almost equally important, she wanted Gary to have fun, too. She wanted to see those smiles and blushes and she wanted him to say those kind things he usually said, nay, fired at her only to make her pause even for a moment.
She just wanted things to be better.
Running through the corridors suddenly came to a halt when she noticed she was in a hall with a bunch of other children who were apparently waiting for her.
She looked upward to see the children. Megan, a girl one year her senior, was looking back at her with a raised eyebrow.

Alex didn’t have many people she knew in the higher grades, but Megan was the one and only there who seemed to truly dislike her. The little girl knew she couldn’t be liked by everyone, but this particular relationship hurt.
It hurt because Megan was apparently very, very close childhood friends with this boy, Oliver.
Oliver was one of the tallest boys in their age group, but not clumsy at all – very good at sports and with a great sense of humor. Alex spoke with him a couple of times and it was the first time ever she started being interested in a boy as more than a playmate and a friend, feeling the famed sensations of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She even asked her mother about boys and girls and all the stuff, something she never did since she simply was the way she was – running around trying to have fun with everyone who seemed likeable. She knew other girls did not act this way and rather stayed friends with girls only interacting with boys for the sake of showing off that the before mentioned perceived them as pretty or smart enough to talk with. This attitude made her popular with some people her age, particularly as a playmate for boys with whom she could hold her own against in physical games and sports, but apparently the same popularity made kids slightly older than her be more aware of her presence, too. And not always in a good way.
Alex just… acted. And interacted. She was simply herself, not discriminating anyone, not trying to act differently simply based on someone’s gender.
Still, this was the first time her being interested in a boy in a way that didn’t involve them simply having fun. It was something close to those things in books about “romance” or whatever it was called.

And now she could be meeting him and instead, he was next to the girl who seemed to half-hate her for no reason.
- There goes our little Alex. Running around the hallways again like a BOY half our age. Not paying attention that she may run into someone much prettier and more delicate than her, pushing them over and ruining their visage with that big dumb body of hers.


Alex was stunned. It was the first time she heard anyone being teased because they were too tall, rather than too short. She was sometimes badmouthed by Gary when he was especially angry, but even if his eyes held all that incredible, burning malice, his words and voice never did, they were either reluctant, or half-playful.
This girl was the exact opposite. Looking smug and happy with herself while she was spitting venom all around her.
Alex still believed Gary’s mad look of red eyes was worse than this, though. After all, Megan was just a girl. It were the boys who could usually go too far with teasing and making fun of someone else.

- I don’t want to talk to you, Megan. I’m going to leave now, if you have nothing important to say.
- Oh, sure, it’s okay if you leave.
When Alex tried to go past them, Megan gently pushed Oliver and the boy immediately took the hint, stopping the younger girl in her tracks.
- I mean, it’s all fine and good that you agree you’re not good enough to be here with us. I just want to know if you didn’t misunderstand or think differently. You agree with me, right, tomboy?

Alex looked at Oliver, hurt that he would take part in something like this, especially with her being the target, but when the corner of her eye saw Megan and the couple of other girls present grinning like some witches, she finally burst and retorted.
- What is your problem!? I have never done anything wrong to you, have I?
- Oh? Isn’t your pathetic presence enough? Look at yourself. Ugly. Fat. Big and clumsy. And yet acting as if you were everybody’s friend and everyone liked you.
- I’m just trying to have fun with people close to me! How is that wrong?
- Then what were you doing with Oliver? He’s too good for you. He complained about you, talking to him, acting all lovey-dovey. I’ll have you know that any good boy prefer his girls to be feminine and act like it. Not some half-boy, ugly, clumsy thing like you.

Alex was at the brink of tears. [“Why is she so mean? What have I ever done wrong? Why is… nobody denying this… they’re just smirking or laughing! Even Oliver! Even he! She turned him against me! Why is this happening? What have I done wrong?!”] Her thoughts were frantic, chaotic, angry, and full of grief.
- Nobody likes people like you! You can’t even be played with properly! See, I’ll have Dimitrij here pull on your hair. Dimitrij, please do so.
Somebody indeed pulled on them, and she grit her teeth, trying not to scream, before her hair slipped out of the boy’s hand. She was glad she had them short, until the teasing continued.
- See, if you had long hair or at least a braid, he’d be able to properly convey the teasing but oft friendly gesture of pulling your hair and you’d be able to shout out your pain and displeasure like a true lady. BUT instead, he can’t even do this properly! I’m sure you’d prefer to be teased like a boy since you like acting like on so much! Getting punched and thrown around, right?
She turned around to make sure Dimitrij was the kid she thought he was, and immediately got scared.
Two years older than her and already held up in his education to repeat a class once, Dimitrij, a half-foreign kid could only be described as a giant. He was taller than anyone else including her and Oliver – and the two already pretty much topped most people in their classes. Dimitrij had muscles and he had fat, too, making him seem unnecessarily wide and even bigger than he could be. His face bore a scar from some accident to complete the visage of a criminal-in-making.
In short, if he punched or threw her, it’d hurt for a week or so.
Alex was probably never so scared, sad and angry at once in her life.




Gary was already returning to class since the bell was about to ring. He never had much to do either way. Rarely, he bought something to eat or drink, but since their mother usually provided all he’d need, or, even more often, him and Alex would prepare it beforehand, lately more often together than not, he would mostly spend time either trying to come up with solutions to things other people in class have not yet reached, being cruelly teased by others or being playfully teased by Alex… That, or simply checking if his internal clock was already capable of determining time without the use of watches or other clocks.
He was getting better. And lonelier, but he didn’t particularly care. Given how much weight people seemed to attribute to the fact that he couldn’t stand the sun, had a very pale skin, white hair and red eyes, he was quick to conclude that the vast majority of all people were complete idiots that weren’t worth his time.

That is, until he passed a certain hall that was the area of events taking place. Events which often made him wonder if the vast majority of all people weren’t cruel idiots deserving every punishment in the book. And these events were happening to a girl… tall one. Familiar one, with strawberry blonde hair, and…

His sister was weeping and crying while being pushed around by some kids. A few boys and girls, but the overall numerical advantage was tremendous. One of the girls was at the verge of shouting out of misguided anger and some sense of pseudo-superiority and… envy? Gary quickly concluded she had her own problems spawned by her personality, and he equally quickly came to realize the teachers were idiots as well – not being there when someone clearly needed help.
Gary let go of his reserved, quasi-mechanical way of moving and approached the spot where his sister was being teased at. Quickly. Very quickly.
- Do you get it now?! Do you get how useless you are? Nobody likes you! Half of the people hate you! You dumb, huge ungirly ginger tomboy slut!
Gary was pretty sure slut was a vulgar word a kid just one year older than them shouldn’t know, much less use. Especially, not use in regards to his sister.

Gary understood one thing. Family was supposed to stay together in this world, because rarely you’d find someone you could trust. It was a rule of thumb. People, on the whole, were cruel bastards.
In time, he also came to another conclusion. Alex was the only child AND person he met that treated him naturally. She showed it when she was displeased and beamed smiles at him when she felt like it. She didn’t shiver at seeing him, unless he was angry. She never mentioned him looking weird other than a comment that seemed obvious to her – he looked different than others, all right. She acknowledged it. But never pushed the point. She was always herself, with all these faults.
Also, Alex was the only kid ever that stood up for him.

Deep inside, Gary knew very well he had no one closer to himself than his sister. Even their mother, though apparently caring for them, bore something of a pain inside her that did not allow her to become truly close with her pair of children. Gary always assumed it was a fault of him looking weird and Alex having some birth defects as well. He was all right with that. People had the right to feel pain and displeasure.
However, by the time Gary’s quite tremendous intellect realized just how things were with his relations to people and to his sibling, the young boy was already too withdrawn, emotionally hurt and numbed, as well as awkward to ever express those feelings properly. Being what she was, Alex would also be sure to rub it in if he ever said things like “You’re my best friend” “You’re the nicest and best person I’ve met”, “I like you a lot, sister”. She just couldn’t let something like that pass. He’d be teased for saying such things forever and he’d never hear the end of it.
Yet Gary felt the need to let his guard slip around her at times, just to make sure she didn’t try to increase the distance more than she had in the past years – but also not enough to encourage her to spend time with him. It’d be troublesome for her, to be seen with him too often. Kids would tease her.

And now, kids were teasing her regardless, and Gary realized that his sister was also, for whatever reason, suffering the exact same fate he had. Except that girl over there was even dumber than usual. Gary realized he didn’t look like other humans, but that girl would tease and have someone beat up simply because of their height or hair color; a traits that, in Alex’s case, were far more natural than his seemed to be.

And it was his sister, no less. Even if his feelings of adoration and sympathy to her would never be shown otherwise, this was a point where he had to stand up for her. He nearly whispered, but his voice gradually grew.
- Sister… leave my sister alone. Drop it. Leave her alone! – a few stares finally travelled towards him, raising eyebrows, eyes full of judgment based simply on what he looked like. Gary snapped the way he never did. – LEAVE MY SISTER THE HELL ALONE!


This time, everyone turned towards him. Gary was shivering and twitching, anger boiling within him. He never felt so filled by any other emotion.
- Oh, a freak comes to help his dumb and ugly sister? What exactly are you hoping to achieve, you dummy? If she’s not worth being here with us, then you must not be worth being in the school at all! Dimitrij, get him out of here.

For whatever reason, Gary felt good about what was going to happen.
It was difficult to do anything other than reading or playing games when you had no friends, but at times, he had to vent out frustration. He discovered exercises of different kinds on his own. He never showed his true strength in little physical pushing-brawls with Alex, so he usually lost them.
Gary was, in fact, pretty strong for a nerd, but primarily, he had enough knowledge of human anatomy already to know how to hit for it to hurt or incapacitate. And now, he was willing to put that strength to the very limit for the simple purpose of hurting those who dared to raise a hand at his sister, or to mock her.

However, he was also too smart not to realize that despite Dimitrij being less strong than he looked like, opposite of him, there was only one way for him to defeat a giant like that. A move popular in games and media directed at nerdy and geeky kids like him.
Hit the weak spot for massive damage.


Alex was sobbing and whispering questions of why was she being treated like that, why was Gary here, and what was he doing. The moment Dimitrij started to approach her brother, who was a little shorter than her, she almost broke through her shell of despair and shouted for him to run, or for the giant kid to stop, but then, she saw something incredible.
Gary was many things, but he was never violent nor would he purposely hurt a human unless very angry.

That’s why a dangerous looking kick to the groin he delivered to Dimitrij with blinding speed was somehow out-of-character.
Also, Alex knew that a hit to the groin was a torture, especially one of that strength and cruel accuracy.


Dimitrij immediately rolled over while Gary practically jumped on his back, propelled himself off the giant and punched yet another kid.
Oliver left her side and prepared to give the newcomer a beating himself, but as yet another kid fell to a strong punch, Alex realized something.

When angry, Gary’s eyes were unbearable for her. Those almost non-human eyes filled with such loathing and malice.

Right now, Gary’s look was that of a demon or monster out of one of her stories. A monster send to punish all these wicked children with something downright scary. And it was all because she was being teased. That’s what his eyes were laying out on these kids. Vengeance. Punishment.
Gary’s eyes stared at the group with so much hatred and disgust that it made the looks of contempt the entire group sent her moments ago seem like a pleasant breeze.



The albino boy didn’t fight like the other kids, who just beat with their little fists with as much energy as they could, hoping the other one would hurt more than them. No. He moved with the grace of a carnivore, suddenly acquired a moment before, there was no such blind action… he punched and kicked and even headbutted so his opponent would HURT. Really badly. It was almost scary to look at, but Alex couldn’t help but watch in fascination as kids older than them both fell down beaten by her brother, a kid smaller than her despite being her age, with such a slim and sickly appearance. When Oliver got his nose busted, she immediately realized he was now neither handsome, nor strong, nor smart, nor kind, and the youthful fascination with the boy immediately disappeared. Gary stood his ground against Oliver and another kid, while Megan screamed at the top of her lungs:
- What the hell are you doing, freak? You’re telling me you don’t think you and your dumb sis deserve this? Know your place! She dared to make advances on a boy that should love only me! She was trying to “make friends” with people better than her and she dared to think highly of herself because of that! Do you really think your sister is worth anything!? She’s nothing! And so are you! So get beaten already and let me return to punishing her! If you had a brain in that stupid white head of yours, you’d dislike this stupid tomboy, too!

When Alex thought Gary reached the end of the line and when she was sure she never saw him that angry nor will she ever see him angrier, Megan’s words made him snap to yet another, higher level of madness and wrath. He delivered something that seemed like a literal bone-crushing blow to one of the kids’ necks, having him choke dangerously, then lifted Oliver, a guy taller and heavier than him, smashed him onto the ground, and leapt to Megan like a wild cat to its prey. He grabbed her hair and started pulling on it.


Gary thought he had lost something important when Megan spouted her venomous nonsense. Perhaps it was his sanity. He didn’t know. All he knew is that there was no forgiveness. That somehow, he had to make sure this girl would suffer for an eternity. He pulled at her hair. Barely able to speak, he hissed instead.
- Take that back! - That was not the voice of a sane ten years old boy. It was indeed the screech of a wraith from a fairy tale.
- Leave me alone, you brute! Oliver?! Dimitrij?! Anyone? – the girl, practically alone now as her female friends run away once they realized he was ready to hurt even them, boys nearly all lying on the ground… she was now screaming almost in panic when faced with that visage of a vampire, demon, the dark side of humanity incarnate.

The albino kid did something then that would mark him to the end of the school as an outcast. He was violent with a girl. An immediate kick to the abdomen shut Megan up as her eyes widened at a barrage of pain she probably only felt that one time she tripped on the way to the dentist and had to sit and have her teeth pulled at with her leg bloody and covered in whatever that stingy thing was.

The boy was pulling at her hair like no one ever did before and was angrier and scarier than her dad and that stupid drunkard from down the alley put together. Megan wanted to order him to stop, but those eyes were already burning through her.
- Take that back! Take that back, or you’ll die! Slowly, and full of pain and misery! Or perhaps you’d prefer to live disfigured? Then you’d have air-headed girls shouting “ugly” down at you!


Megan was never so terrified and hurt in her life. She wanted to take it back. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to laugh with Alex after this when they’d make fun of that kid saying he’s like a monster from some story.
Words wouldn’t come out. All she could was pant and screech and feel the pain. She also realized the boy was Alex’s brother, and that she, at that point, might even had the right to condone his actions.

Something warm and wet was covering Gary’s thumbs. One of his hand pulled so hard, the hairs were apparently coming off, and she was starting to bleed. He didn’t care. She probably deserved her head pulled out of her neck and played soccer with.

But, finally, the anger of the other boys overcame their fear of whatever demon was inside the albinotic boy at that point. They all threw themselves at him and separated him from Megan, trying to beat him up.

Alex finally moved. She couldn’t fight those boys, she was too scared and shaken, but she could run to the end of the corridor and shout for help. Somebody was bound to hear. And a pair of teachers did.

In a few minutes, it was over.

And in just three quarters later, Alex was holding her brother’s limp, bloodied and beaten body in her hands while the nurse checked him and they were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. He didn’t seem drastically hurt, but the kids did went incredibly violent on him the moment he ridiculed them in a group-on-one fight.


Alex was sure that what Gary did was impossible.
Basically, despite the boys having an advantage in everything, he simply beat them up. Even though he had to be hurt and he seemed to bleed all over the place, he just continued to beat these boys just as bad until the last one stopped moving. He even knocked Dimitrij onto the ground again by hitting him with a flowerpot from the nearby windowsill. Moments after, her twin himself just fell on the ground, limp and beaten. Technically it was a draw, but anybody objective would say her brother just accomplished a miracle of willpower.

Whether it was because Gary didn’t want anybody to bully her once he fell to the ground or because he was simply that angry, she did not know. All she knew is that she wished that never happened, that her brother wasn’t hurt so. And yet, she couldn’t stop a sick feeling of being glad that not only someone stood up for her, someone kicked the crap out of all these kids, pulled out a few hairs out of Megan’s airhead, and kicked her in the stomach for added effect. Not to mention, it was her brother, someone she saw every day and was close to and could say thank you to without searching for him.
It felt wrong to be pleased at that point. Something changed within Alex that very moment. She would probably never be quite as cheerful, but as long as her brother was going to be all right, she’d be ecstatic to return home to see him.

She also became pretty sure that his eyes were nothing short of majestic when angry and beautiful when calm.

When the ambulance came and took her brother and a few people he had beaten up in, she finally broke in tears. Of joy, of sadness, of grief, and of fear for her brother, of thankfulness, of so many emotions she couldn’t name them all.

Two days later, her mother returned from a meeting at school concerning the incident her son and daughter were into. Listening to both sides of the story and recognizing Gary as so far being a model student, they decided to simply suspend him for a week and warn him rather than remove him from school due to the incident, despite some of the other kids suffering quite some damage – he took as bad as he’d given, though, and for whatever unfair reason, since he technically started a dangerous incident, his punishment was the most heavy.

Alex didn’t really care. All she wanted was for her mother to stop drinking that damn coffee and move to go with her to the hospital already. She waited two full days to visit her brother. To properly thank him. To make sure he’s all right.


Finally, they arrived at the hospital. Alex had her mother tell her the room number and immediately darted forwards. Having still to wait for her mother in order for the nurse to even let her in. When they were finally allowed inside, she suddenly went silent. Seeing her brother in bandages and plasters, even though he seemed to have mostly recovered, was making her heart ache.
She couldn’t find the right words. She couldn’t say what she wanted to say. She was panting, feeling warm, embarrassed and tired for some reason, thinking hard, and probably blushing all over. Something was wrong, because all she could do was listen to Mother explaining the situation to her brother. Apparently, he was in some trouble, he shouldn’t cause an incident like this again, and what he did was “wrong”
[“Well, thank you, mother. Maybe next time they will bully you”] – Alex thought, full of spite at the society’s judgment of the action and admiration for her brother’s deed.

Finally, Alice went silent, and seeing little purpose in drawing out the visit, she asked Alex if she would like to stay with her brother alone for a while. Alex nodded and waited for her mother to leave before approaching the bed. Gary looked at her and seemed to try to say something. She already anticipated the question, playing out the scenario a thousand times in her head and coming to the conclusion that if it was this young boy… no, young man in front of her, he’d definitely ask that.
- I am all right, Gary. I feel fine.
- It’s… good.
- Gary… thank you. I sometimes abandoned you when other kids bullied you, but you stood up for me. No, more, you made all these bullies and the pain… Go away. I…

Tears slowly gathered in her eyes.
- I am not as smart as you. I don’t know how can I say that properly. I can only say thank you over and over. I am really…
- Sister, it’s all right. You’ve done the same for me many times.
- No, I haven’t! All I could manage to do was stop them for an hour or so! Ever since then, Megan and her bunch didn’t come within a mile of me! I am free and I don’t have to be bothered with them anymore all because of what you did! What’s more, I… I… You made all that they’ve said and done seem so insignificant. It was like they never even existed. I’m not sure I can ever repay you, Gary.

Her hand gently reached out and grabbed his. She felt she was blushing furiously now, but it was something she felt she had to do. When she grabbed his hand, she felt something she felt only so rarely – utter comfort, safety and warmth. Only Mom’s very best of hugs managed that, and here, all she needed was a squeeze of his hand.

- I’m glad I could help.
- You should have seen yourself, Brother. I never saw you that angry.
- They… were annoying. Of course I was angry.
- Furious! You were like a dragon eating poor villagers!
- Aren’t you overexaggerating a bit?
- Not at all, scary boy. It’s not humanly possible to be as angry as you were. It was funny watching them squirm in fright of a boy younger and smaller than them.
- What are you getting at, sister?

Alex suddenly felt a bit like teasing, so she leaned in conspiratorially, looked him in the eyes, and spoke :
- How about you just say it, brother? Why were you so angry? Angry like never before?

And she answered in her own head, before thinking:
[“Objective : Get Gary to blush, success!”]
- I…
- Mhmmmm???
- I couldn’t let them bully you. You helped me and you’re the only person who sometimes treats me really good, so I guess I got carried away.
- So, all for the sake of poor little me?
- Yes, Alex. I really… care about you. It just…

Something must have been off with her face, because he went silent. Something was definitely wrong with her, as well. Comparing it to previous experiences, it was like she met four Olivers at once after running all the way to school – at least, her heart reacted in such a way.
- Alex, you’re staring weirdly. I know I rarely say these things, but please…
- Gary, I want to hear you say it again. Properly.
- …
- Pretty please?
- Alex, you’re stepping over a... ughhh, what was the word.... Boundary, yes, a boundary. You heard me just right, so that’s it.
He did squeeze her hand a little more, however, which caused Alex to beam him a smile.
[“He’s not smiling, but… His eyes are so warm. Those beautiful eyes… I need to find a proper word to describe those one day. I want to see Brother’s reaction after I tell him how beautiful his eyes are.”]

She squeezed his hand and felt a sudden urge to touch his hair, so she did. Gary seemed to look at her weirdly, but given a wide enough smile he just put up with it.
- Brother, please be well quickly. Your sister wants to have some fun with you as soon as possible.
- I’ll try to, Alex. But I promise nothing. I… have missed you, too.

Alex’s memory seemed to devour each and every word pouring out of his mouth. Something felt wrong with her. Her body felt a bit too warm, and a tingling overcame her, coming from her chest, and… elsewhere. Between her legs?
- I never suspected my quiet bookworm brother to be a knight in shining armor, but now he also turns out to be so kind… Should I call you my prince from now on?
- And there you go again with your teasing.
- I am not teasing, Gary. I am being serious.
- All right, so, now that I’ve completed my big quest, where’s half of the kingdom and the hand of the princess?
Alex nervously twitched. He was holding her hand right now, wasn’t he? Did her brother not think she was good enough to be a princess, even as a joke?
- Oh, right. I’m holding it right now. But I still want my half of a kingdom.

Her body and the inside of her head begun to twitch even more nervously.
[“So, I am a… princess..”]
Something was wrong with her. She never felt that way before. In her lower abdomen, she felt a warm, constant tingling and pulsing. Her mind was hazy. Instinctively, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
- Would a pizza do?

Gary’s laugh resounded in the cold, white walls of the hospital, suddenly changing it all into a majestic and silvery castle with a beautiful prince laughing in the middle, holding the hand of his princess after an important battle.
Alex froze and her body shifted, bending over as if her stomach hurt. Her brother’s laugh was the last straw. Beautiful. Pearly and clear. Honest. As rare as anything in this world. Alex’s weird feelings reached over the top. She felt something stir inside her, especially in her lower body, in a different way than ever before. She looked at Gary and couldn’t move, even though she wanted to do so many things.


Alex cared about her brother and probably always loved him, but it took something as simple as beating up people that bullied her, sharing a few jokes with romantic undertones, and hearing that precious laugh of his while holding his hand and looking at him to make her fall in love with him.
Head over heels. Utterly, and hopelessly.

[“ Stop, Gary. Please stop laughing. Please stop… being like that. Please tell me to leave. Tell me you’ll see me later and we’ll make food to shut me up. Tell me I’m a dummy and that I am annoying… Just please… don’t make me… like this… I cannot understand this!”]
By now, Alex was pretty sure something was wrong with both her heart and her underwear, primarily what was inside of it, stretching it and making it oddly sticky. But most of all, something was wrong with her head.
[“Was Brother always this beautiful and cool and amazing and special and incredible and smart and dreamy and… and… kissable…”]
Her eyes widened. Gary finally stopped laughing, apparently feeling the pressure in the air coming from his sister. She was all flushed, as if she had a fever, and was leaning in over him.
[“I want to kiss my brother. I want to hold him tightly. Then maybe, if I rub my whole body against him, these feelings will go away…”]
Her hand travelled to his cheek. Gary felt that something was wrong, and gave a slight cringe at the touch. Alex was in her own world, and couldn’t see that.
- Brother…
- Alex? Alex, what’s wrong? Should we call the nurse?
- It’s better if we’re alone...

[“If I kiss him, will these feelings be satisfied or will they grow stronger? Will brother let me kiss him now? He has trouble moving, so he cannot pull away, but I don’t want to ruin it…”]
- Alex, something’s weird. You’re too close. Something must be wrong, so please tell me.
[“I wanted you to say “please kiss me” or “please hold me”, Gary! Why are you saying things that aren’t kind? Aren’t you my prince? My knight in shining armor?”]
- Alex! Alex, snap out of it! Alex, what the hell are you doing!?
The girl finally came back to reality, realizing her forehead was already pressed against her brother’s, their noses were rubbing and she was stroking and holding his cheek to the point of redness.
[“This is bad. I must leave now, or I’ll kiss brother so much he’ll suffocate!”]
- Sorry, Gary. I was just checking out if… Nevermind. I’ll save it for later. When you can properly return it.

She moved her cheek to Gary’s and hugged him instead. Whatever was happening in her pants became nearly unbearable at this point of complete contact.
[“Should I pounce on brother when he returns and shower him with kisses? Or should I try to make him kiss me first?”]


She moved away from him, panting from the exhausting effort her will had to undertake to do so.
[“I’ll flip a coin. So much to do, but I seem to have all the time in the world. We’re… family. He’s always there. Always, every day.”]
- See you soon, my dear brother!
- Yeah, yeah. Bye.
As soon as she left, she excused herself to the toilet. Closing herself in the cabin, she pulled down her underwear and checked what the hell was happening.

At two points on her underpants, two miniscule areas of dark wetness were present. The upper seemingly bigger. It was what was causing all the discomfort that made her worry. She never had her body react like that. Not all these symptoms at once.
The place between her legs seemed all hot and bothered, and this thing between her legs… Mom called the similar piece Gary had a “weewee” – was standing upwards, all hard and bloated and twitching. It was the first time it was THAT hard and this big and so warm. Some stiffenings happened before, but only rarely and not to that extent. Sometimes, in the morning, the thing between her legs, which was normal since Gary had it, would be a bit longer and stiffer, but now it was a LOT longer and stiffer, and something was slightly…leaking from the tip? Alex moved her hand and touched it.
[“It feels weird… Kind of ticklish… but good, too…”]

She withdrew.
[“That’s indecent, and I think too much touching would be unbearable”]
She quickly tucked her pants back on. It felt uncomfortable, but should be all right.
[“I’ll need to talk to Uncle Adam about this. I’m not sure Mom can help.”]



Two weeks and one day later, Alex was indeed able to meet her uncle.

Adam’s own accomplishments pretty much justified Gary’s quite tremendous intellect at quite a young age – they shared some genes at the very least. Gary even slightly resembled his uncle, with obvious differences regarding the younger man’s albinism, to the point of Adam occasionally being asked if he was the boy’s father.
Despite his relatively young age, Adam Lunarson was already a quite renowned pharmacist and pharmacologist. Pretty much a genius, getting the proper degrees to work anyway and anyhow he wanted to in the drug-related fields might not have been a piece of cake, but he never considered it particularly straining. Many people wondered why he never simply went into medicine and try one of those wonderful things like curing cancer or AIDS or some other fatal human disease, but Alice’s brother was far too much of an experimentalist and chemist at heart to abandon his own field. Rather, he preferred to study, study more, experiment, and try to do his best in developing medicines and drugs people actually USED to make themselves healthier.
The only bad things that could be said about Adam Lunarson were that he didn’t precisely care about establishing a family of his own nor could anyone point out one thing that was more important to him than his research and work. He put tremendous effort into helping Alice and her children and never seemed to demand anything in return, but his work was always the most important. From a bystander’s view, however, it might seem that Adam was selflessly working his butt off to provide his own sister with good accommodation.

Also, never being especially good with people, Adam tended to use difficult words and patterns of speech that required quick wits, which is something Gary regrettably picked upon. Adam seemed to at the very least be Gary’s role model if not downright inspiration.

At the point of their meeting, however, Alex had his nearly undivided attention. While Gary’s condition was certainly a point of worry for Adam, who knew quite well how ostracized a young, smart person could be – especially if one looked and behaved differently from anyone else, Alex’s condition was a point of fascination to him, so on the occasional visits, he was willing to abandon work and talk in length with her or about her.

Alex breathed some air in, smelling the chemicals. This time, they were nicer than usual, though still smelled somewhat badly. She exhaled and started talking.
- Uncle… Some time ago, I had a strange… incident.
- Well, I figured as much. You wouldn’t be hanging around my lab if everything was all right. So, what happened?
- Ummmm, how do I say this…
- Even if it’s something embarrassing, it’ll be better if you just tell me bluntly and straight away.
- Two weeks ago… in my panties… This thing between my legs got unusually warm and hard and… twitchy. It sometimes got bigger and harder than usual, but that was very rare, and on that occasion… it felt… different. Also, my tummy was burning up and pulsing and it was like there were butterflies or something inside, and it was all so itchy and warm and unbearable…

Adam raised an eyebrow. Obviously, boys got erections all the time, some even at a very young age, so there was no reason for this to be strange. It was the fact that Alex noticed the difference that bothered him. Also, with her unique body make-up, Alex’s sexual development could be compared neither to a boy nor a girl. In theory, her erections should be less often and not exactly “full”, but the way she described it, she certainly got completely excited on a sexual level and her body responded as such. Alex probably noticed her female parts’ response less because it was either a bit weaker or more subtle.
- I see. I think it will be best if I fully explain to you what happened, but first I must ask what triggered that reaction.
- Um, what do you…
- What were you doing right before that happened? Or what caused it to happen?

Alex went silent for a moment.
[“How much… should I say? Should I tell him I was with Gary? About holding hands and hugging and… wanting to kiss and…”]
- Um… I was… with a boy, alone… talking.

Adam was surprised. He actually wondered if it wouldn’t be a case where Alex’s male part only respond to females, whereas her female part would respond to males. The point would be moot, however, if Alex was a bisexual. Or, more like, naturally inclined to be bisexual with both sides of her body.
- Really? Were you just talking? Nothing weird happening? Also, was it a boy you liked?
- Yes! Yes, I definitely like him… we also held hands… And I hugged him, b..but…butmythingwasalreadylikethis, so I guess it didn’t change anything. That’s about it, I think.
- I see. You may want to sit down, Alex. This is a long story.

Alex obediently sat down and prepared herself for the worst. After all, Uncle Adam seemed pretty serious.
- Do you know where children come from, Alex?
- Well… There are rumors… but they’re usually very dumb, so neither I nor Gary believe them much…
- I thought so. Anyway, the truth is… Children are made by their parents. It requires a man and a woman to participate in a certain activity. Said activity is very pleasurable to men and may be pleasurable to women if they both try to make it so. However, with you, the situation is a lot different.
- Activity? Could you please describe it? And… How am I different?
- Well, Alex, let me say this : You’re a bit too young to learn everything. I will teach you in time because I feel as someone unique you should be well-educated, and I doubt Alice has the nerve to discuss all of this. Let me say this : As I mentioned, making children requires a man and a woman. While you always identified yourself as a woman… you’re not exactly one.
- I am not a girl!? – Alex said in complete shock and surprise.
- Yes, you are. Partially. But you’re also a boy.
- Uncle, what are you saying! This is embarrassing!
- I am only speaking the truth, Alex. Surely, you have noticed that Gary has a very similar thing to yours between his legs? When you bathed or ran around naked in childhood, or something?

Alex blushed furiously.
- Y…yes. I noticed.
- This is properly called a penis, and only males, that is, boys, should have one. Yet, you possess one as well. You also have everything a girl should have. Technically, you’re both a boy and a girl at once. People like you are called intersex, or hermaphrodites, but your case is unique even amongst them.
Alex suddenly felt really down.
[“This is… hard. I never thought about myself as anything other than a girl. Should I start using the boy’s toilet occasionally? More importantly, can I fall in love and marry anyone if I am neither a boy nor a girl? I am really an ungirly weirdo after all…”]
- Um, uncle… how does this… change things? In regards to boys and girls and making children and such…
- It is difficult to be sure at this point whether you will like boys, girls, or both, or neither. However, there is a difficulty. Because your body is different from anyone else, when you grow up, many people will have trouble accepting you. That’s why you shouldn’t reveal your… uniqueness to people you don’t trust, and that’s why you must prepare yourself for some rejections in your life. Not everyone will accept you the way you are, because people are, at heart… very close minded. I’m afraid boys will be especially so. So, you have to make sure you found someone really special and open minded before you confess your feelings, or accept theirs. If you’re not sure about that boy you were with when… that thing happened, you should probably try to give up on him before things become serious and you get hurt.


[“Gary… can Gary accept… wait, Gary already saw me undressed… and he probably knows these things Uncle is talking about. Didn’t Gary say so himself?”]
Alex smiled warmly, thinking back on the words of her brother.
[“It would be boring if everyone was the same, wouldn’t it?”]
- I am sure, Uncle. If it is this person… I can probably have them fall in love with me and accept everything.
- If you think so. I doubt it, but you’re still young. Anyway, that thing that happened… It’s fairly normal. It’s called an erection. Young boys get it quite often for no reason at all. You should be at least similar in that regard. But, what you probably had was a different kind of erection, a meaningful one – it happened because you were close and touching the person you liked. With adults, having an erection indicates that one is ready to make children. At your age, it would indicate this is what your body seems to want, but you wouldn’t be able to make them at this age.
- I see. So, if a boy has an erection past a certain age, it’s a sign they’re in love with someone?
- Partially. It’s a sign they like their BODY. Loving someone includes liking the entire person, isn’t it?
- Yes. I guess you’re right, uncle. ~But, if that boy had an erection as well, there is a chance he likes me as well, right?
- Yes, but I wouldn’t bother myself with checking if I can get him to have an erection. It’d be easier just to ask.
- Sure, sure, silly me.

[“New objective for me : Get Gary to have an erection!”]
- It’s a bit more complicated with you because you have both male and female parts. Eventually your female parts will quite probably start to work properly as well. I’m quite afraid about the effect it will have on you, so make sure you talk to me about these things occasionally, all right?
- Sure, uncle! I learned many important things today. I’ll see you soon!
- Alex, wait. There is the last important thing.
- Yes?
- Just as there is no guarantee a person you like will accept your body… There’s also no guarantee that you’ll ever be able to make children normally with said person. At this point, I have no idea if you’ll be able to make children with boys, girls, both, or neither. I… am sorry.
- It’s… a bit sad, but I’m a bit too young to think of these things… Besides, since I have erections, at least the boy parts should work out fine, right?
- Yes, that is possible. But, try not to think of these things too much, ok? You’re still young. You shouldn’t be interested in this for at least five or six more years.
- I’ll try to contain myself, uncle! For now, bye! Have fun at the lab!
- You know I always do, darling.


Alex stepped into her house, worried a bit about how a marriage without any children would look, but far too cheerful at realizing Gary may indeed be her destined person, because he already knew everything and seemed to have a mind ready to accept any differences.
So, when she saw her brother, already out of the hospital, this time, she couldn’t resist pouncing on him. Gary was obviously flushed and displeased.
He would continue to have those feelings in the future.