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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Feb 20, 2007 16:49:20 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter III
My eyes opened. Another nightmare wracked my brain. Ever since I met that guy, Chet, the nightmares had come back. I was beaten up in these dreams. My clothes ripped from my body. And I was running through the forest, nude, some sort of sick, twisted cross between a male and a female. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was still dark outside. The red display on my alarm clock red 7:30. The sun wasn’t set to rise for about fifteen more minutes. It was winter, but the sunrise was still the sunrise.
When I was younger, I would wake up everyday and watch the sunrise, because it seemed to represent new beginnings, and always gave me hope, I could become what I wanted most. Woman.
Once there was this kid who Got into an accident and couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned from black into bright white He said that it was from when The car had smashed so hard
My Mother walked into my Room, I was out somewhere, I forget where. Probably Stacy’s house. It was during my weird still looked and dressed like a boy/wore make up like a girl phase. It hadn’t lasted very long. And nobody from my school enjoyed it as much as I did.
She looked over my room, I had Gwen Stefani posters, and collages I had made from magazines of women I wished I could look like. My comforter was pink, along with several heart, flower and smiley face pillows that covered it. The only masculine thing about my room were the blue walls, that I hadn’t been able to get the money to buy new wallpaper to cover it with.
She had been having a hard time dealing with the fact that I obviously wasn’t going to be the boy she wanted. She reached up and tore down several of the posters and collages. Then the tore the comforter off the bed, and found quite a surprise underneath the blankets.
Breast forms
Inside of the box was an envelope from a Gender counselor, Michelle, who I had been seeing for a few months at the time, and she’d taken me on as a patient free of charge, because she understood my situation. She was a wonderful woman.
My Mom found this envelope, and drove out there. She barged into the room and began asking Michelle questions.
“Is my son GAY?” was one of my Moms questions.
“No,” Michelle answered, my constant advocate. “Your son is in the wrong body.”
“What does that mean?!” My Mother asked, confused.
“Your son, Eddie, is a beautiful young woman named Gwen, on the inside,” Michelle said.
“My older daughter, she dresses like a whore, this has to be just a phase! Eddie is just acting out, that’s all!” My Mother said, reasoning with herself more so than Michelle.
“Mrs. Rose, you can believe that-“
“Ms. Guerrero,” My Mother corrected.
“Sorry, Ms. Guerrero,” Michelle said. “But, transgendered people, who do not express who they truly are, are one of the highest percentage of suicides.”
“How do you know Eddie is that way?” My Mother asked.
“We gave her several tests, and she shows all of the classic signs of being transgendered,” Michelle said.
“What should I do?” My Mother asked.
“Just talk to her.”
Once there was this girl who Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room But when they finally made her They saw birthmarks all over her body She couldn't quite explain it They'd always just been there
“Give them back!” I screamed at my brother. He faked me out, looking like the was going to turn one way around the kitchen table, I moved that way and he quickly turned the other way, running for the sink. In his hands were my breast forms.
Just then, my Mom opened the front door.
“Hey! Hey! What is going on?!” She yelled.
“He won’t give them back,” I pleaded, as he held me back, as he tossed them in the sink, He tried to put them in the disposal, but I grabbed it out, before he could ruin it completely.
“You stop it! Stop it right now!” My Mother said, pointing a finger at him.
“Why?” My Brother asked, glaring at me.
“Eddie is your brother. We treat our family with respect,” My Mother said, bending down to get right in my younger brothers face.
“Why?” He said, glaring at me with hatred in his voice. “Eddie is nothing but a freak.”
With that he pushed away from my Mother. I couldn’t see clearly what was going on. My eyes were filling with tears.
“Eddie,” My Mom said.
“He’s right,” I said throwing my hands up. Everything I had endured had built up to a level that it was now seeming to burst out of me. I had finally exploded. “I am a freak.”
I ran to my room, and looked over it. All my posters were on the floor. My make up was all in my trash can. I just stood in the middle of the room, crying, holding the breast forms to my chest. My Mother came up behind me, and put her arms around my shoulders. I was always small, I never managed to make it past 5'4".
“He’s right Mom. I am a freak.”
I sobbed. When you admit to being a freak, it’s almost like law. You have to sob. And I did. The mascara I was wearing ran, streaking my cheeks with black. My Mom wiped away the streak, and put her finger under my chin to raise my face.
“Honey, you’re not a freak. You’re just confused.” That was like a slap in my face.
“Confused? No. I know what I am Mom. I’m a girl. I always have been. Why can’t you see that?!” I said, yelling once again. My eyes burned as the tears returned.
“Honey,” My Mother sighed and rubbed her temples. “I just don’t understand!”
“Mom! I was born in the wrong body! I am a GIRL! I always have been a GIRL! Nobody understands! I am all alone in this world! Everybody at school hates me! Everyone here hates me! What do I have Mom?! I Have Nothing!” I screamed, falling back against my wall and burying my head in my knees, sobbing.
My Mom crouched down next to me and rubbed my back.
“Honey. I can’t begin to understand this. But, I can try. Nobody here hates you,” She said.
“He does!” I said referring to my brother.
“He just doesn’t get why is his brother has a pair of breasts and wears make-up. Eddie, he’s confused, just like I am.”
“I bought them with my own money,” I said.
“What?” My Mom said confused. I held up one of the breast forms.
“I bought them with my own Money, Mom. And he tried to wreck them,” I said.
“I can replace them,” She said. I looked up at her. She was smiling. No pain on her face, just the love of a Mother. The love of my mother. I heaved a sigh of relief as I smiled at her.
“I can pay for it,” I said smiling. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“For what?” She asked.
“For being this way.”
But both girl and boy were glad 'Cause one kid had it worse than that
I sat outside, dressed in a purple robe, a pair of pajama pants and a lavender tank top. I sat in the swing on our front porch. I used my bare foot, with pink painted nails, to push myself back and forth as the sun began to rise. The orange and red’s mixed as the glowing yellow sun rose from the horizon.
The sunrise had always been a symbol for rebirth to me. The front door opened with a creak, my Mother made her way outside and sat down next to me on the swing.
“Honey, you’ll freeze to death out here!”
“I’m fine Mom,” I smiled. She always worried about me.
“What are you doing up so early, girl?” My Mother asked, bumping my shoulder with her own.
“I had a nightmare.”
“About the usual?”
“Mhm,” I hummed, looking down the street, at the sunrise still. My Mom put her arm around me, and pulled me closer to her. I rested my head on her shoulder.
“I love you Gweni,” She kissed the top of my head. “Don’t forget that.”
“I love you too, Mama.”
'Cause then there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church floor He couldn't quite explain it They'd always just gone there
“Dream, you’re about to go face to face with the hottest sensation in the EWE. The new, dominate female, here in the EWE. I came in, as a surprise entrant. Took out all of the other top women in this company, and now, in just my second match here in the EWE, I am lined up, to go one-on-one against you for the Women’s Championship.
“For most newcomers, this would be a moment of fear, questioning ones abilities, feeling apprehension about showing up on a pay-per-view, in just my second match, and wrestling for the title. Well, you won’t find that here. I know I am MUCH more than capable of beating you, Dream. In fact, I’d be disappointed in myself if I walk out of the match and you’re still breathing.
“Come Sunday, I will make sure all your dreams, pardon the pun, are completely and totally crushed!”
Gwen smiled into the camera, as the scene fades.
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Feb 24, 2007 18:21:27 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter IV
I walked out of the movie theater with Chet. I had told my Mom I was going out to the movies with Stacy, so I could avoid all of her questions, and really, I had just slipped over to Stacy’s house to get dressed to go out with Chet. It had been an overall amazing night. Was dressed in a pair of blue jeans Stacy had leant me, and a tight fitting tan shirt with four stars across the chest. It was my favorite shirt, and looked really good with the jeans.
When we took a step outside, the bitter New England air bit into me, and I leaned against Chet, hoping he;d pick up on the hint. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me even closer, the warmth of his body helping to warm me. It felt so nice being near him. Since the beating, I never really had been able to get close to someone, except Stacy or my Mother, and they’re nice, but not really what I look for when it comes to people I want to be close too.
Chet was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in person. His dirty blond hair, his tan skin, his lettermen jacket. He was everything I was looking for. Broad shoulders, muscular, kind. It was miraculous that I could find a guy like this who was interested in me.
He had taken me out to dinner, nowhere fancy, just a bite at Burger King, and he paid for me! I only got a salad and an order of French Fries (it’s an addiction, I love the French Fries). After that we went out and saw the movie, he paid for my ticket and popcorn. And, we both use a straw to get the butter to the bottom of the bucket.
But, throughout the night a voice in the back of my head kept reminding me of my promise to my Mother to not get involved with boys. But, I couldn’t resist. He even held my hand during the movie. We both even love comedies! We saw the latest Will Ferrell movie, he is my favorite actor, and his too. It was amazing. Just..amazing.
Must of been mid afternoon I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and He walked with a purpose In his sneakers, down the street He had, many questions Like children often do He said, Tell me all your thoughts on God? Tell me am I very far?
Must of been late afternoon On our way the sun broke free of the clouds We count only blue cars Skip the cracks, in the street And ask many questions Like children often do We said,
I sat at the table, early in the morning, just past 7 AM, a bowl of cereal and half a grapefruit sit in front of me. I was dressed as passably as I could, a blue sweater and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. My younger brother sat across for me chattering away. Something about some video game.
“It was so cool, his head was ripped off, and blood went everywhere!” He said excitedly, for some reason that jarred me back to reality. I had absent mindedly been poking at my grapefruit. I was thinking of how I was going to celebrate tonight. Tonight had marked a week since I had finally came out to my mother. Since she had finally turned in the prescriptions I had gotten from the gender counselor.
I had finally started taking hormones. My brother still wasn’t overjoyed with the prospect of having a transsexual as a brother, or a sister. But, he was finally talking to me, which was an improvement. I had started to dress more feminine for school. My clothes were easing into gentle colors. I had a long standing female wardrobe in my room, so, I only really had to buy a few less masculine clothes for pre-transition period. I also started wearing make-up to school. Nothing much just a little eye loner and nail polish.
My Sister walked into the room, dressed in her normal outrageous fashion. She had on a very tight, short black leather skirt, and a black tank top. My Mother sure hit that jackpot on Teenagers. My Sister had practically everything on her face pierced, and me, the Tranny.
My Mom was at the sink, rinsing out a bowl, and putting it in the Dishwasher. She looked up and saw my sister, standing there, with her eyebrow rings, purple hair, and as my Mother called it “Slut Clothes.”
“Oh my lord,” She said, putting her hands on her head. “What am I going to do with you kids!”
My Sister gave my mom an evil glare, I scrunched my eyebrows in my Mother’s direction. My Mother somehow glared back at both of us at once. I don’t know how she did it, to this day, but she did. But, to break the tension, my Brother began to crack up.
“Oh, my,” My Mother said, as the rest of us began to laugh. My Mom looked up at the clock. “You two better get going, before you’re late for school!”
“Yes, Ma,” She and I both said, as we rose from the table. She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. I grabbed my backpack, a mail bag style bag, and put it over my shoulder. I leaned over and gave my Mom a kiss on the cheek.
“See you after school, Ma.”
And with that, we were out the door. My Sister and I. We walked in silence for quite a while, and awkward tension building between us. Finally, she let out a sigh, that seemed to break the building distance that seemed to be growing between us.
“You know Ed, sorry, Gwen, I think what you’re doing is very brave,” She said.
“What I’m doing?” I said, confused as to what she was talking about.
“You know, becoming a girl. It’s very brave,” She said.
I laughed. “You know, it isn’t really about being brave. It is just about being me. I can’t pretend to be some macho freak. That just isn’t who I am, and who I’d ever want to be.”
“Still, you get tons of crap, everyday. Yet, you still wake up, and you still go to school. I know it is hard. But, you really are brave, Gweny,” She said, bumping her shoulder into mine. She couldn’t see it, but as I was bumping her back, tears were welling in my eyes.
I wasn’t brave, even in the least bit. I came home everyday, crying, because of how much I was forced to suffer. I was very weak. I never even went to the Bathroom at school. The Principal said I would be suspended if I used the Women’s, and I was threatened with violence if I used the Men’s. I wasn’t brave at all, just too scared to run away.
“Thanks,” I said once I was able to regain my composure. My sister and I hadn’t been close at any point in our lives. When we were growing up, she’d play with my Tonka Trucks, and I’d play with her Barbie dolls. But, if it took me becoming a woman to bring us closer, good. I would take any chance I could get to be close with family. I needed them more than ever at this point in my life.
Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I would really like to meet her. And ask her why we're who we are. Tell me all your thoughts on God, Cause I am on my way to see her. So tell me am I very far - Am I very far now?
Its getting cold picked up the pace How our shoes make hard noises in this place Our clothes are stained We pass many, cross eyed people And ask many questions Like children often do
Chet pulled up to the curb outside of Stacy’s house. He shut the engine off and turned towards me. He had a longing look in his eyes, one that I was sure was in mine too. I could feel myself being drawn to him, while the Good-Girl in my head tried to pull me away. My body was telling me to back away, but I couldn’t. I came closer to him, very close to him. He placed his hand underneath my chin, and lifted my face, so it was right at the same level as his. I could feel his breath on my cheek.
His lips touched mine.
He opened his mouth a little, and his tongue slid out, I opened my mouth to receive it. Our tongues danced along with each other. Swirling around each other, rubbing against each other. His hand was on my knee, and inching its way higher. Once he got to mid-thigh, I grabbed his hand to stop him.
“I’m...not ready,” I said, at barely a whisper.
He sighed a little, and then looked at me and smiled.
“Okay,” He said, kissing me once more, just a peck on the cheek this time. “I’ll wait for you.”
He got out of the car and walked around. Opening my door for me (Hello? Total gentlemen!) He then helped me out of the car. We walked up to the door, and at the doorstep, he turned to me, holding both of my hands.
“I had a great time tonight,” He said smiling.
“Me too,” I said, a similar smile on my face.
“I can’t wait for date number two,” He said. I gave him a hug, holding him time, and smelling his aroma one last time.
“See ya!” I said, as he began walking towards his car. I waved, and he looked back, and winked. I stood there waving until his car was no longer in sight.
Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I would really like to meet her. And ask her why we're who we are. Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I am on my way to see her. So tell me am I very far? Am I very far now Am I very far now Am I very far now
Gwen Rose sat on a chair, her legs up, with her arms wrapped around them, and her chin rested on her knees. She looks out, into the distance, before letting her gaze return to the camera.
“Dream, No Love Lost is just a day away, and you’re Championship hangs in the balance. The belt that is your very identity. The only thing that makes you a truly legitimate competitor in the EWE, the only thing giving you credit. And what do you do? Slack off. Thinking I will be no challenge. Well, newsflash, hon, I am not going to be something you can just run through, like all of the other divas you have faced.
“I am a true competitor, and no one to be messed with. And I will prove it come tomorrow. Tomorrow will be MY DAY. The day my name gets etched into the record book, and I start a Championship reign, unseen before, and never to be matches. I will be a Champion worth being called such. Dream, you’re just ruining a Championship.
“I am here to save it. I am here to keep you from ruining a title that was once so meaningful. A title that every diva competed for. A title, you have single-handedly ruined.
“A red rose is in your future.”
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Post by ♥ Dream ♥ on Feb 25, 2007 0:36:03 GMT -5
ooc: busy girl <3
The scene quickly opens up with Dream standing next to Trixy backstage.
<3 Dream The hottest sensation... is this bitch crazy?
<3 Trixy She did just win a battle royal with no one knowing her.
<3 Dream Who gives a shit? I won the Diva title and Women's title with out anyone giving a shit. I had to earn my respect... now she comes out here and talks about how much of a disrespect I am to the title that I have single handedly RE-SHAPED!
<3 Trixy She's just a new girl on a little power trip.
<3 Dream Well I think it's about time I do something about that... don't you think?
<3 Trixy You are the Women's Champion and all.
<3 Dream She really thinks tomorrow his her day... you need a lot more then a day to beat me sweetie... I went threw hell and high water to get where I am. You have yet to pay your dues. You have turned some heads, won a match, and probably sucked a McMahon's dick. I'm about to take your dream, and make it my nightmare... WELCOME TO DREAMLAND!
The scene fades to black.
<3
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Feb 25, 2007 12:11:37 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter V
I sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s car. Tony Santorelli came from an Italian-American family, and ran with Johnny and Jose, his first two real friends since his family came to America. He still spoke with an accent, but the women, including myself, found it as a draw. Which was why I sat in his passenger seat. Just a few weeks previous, Nicky, a friend of mine who wasn’t wise to my secret, had taken me to a party at the house Jose, Johnny and Tony all lived together. They called themselves the Three Stooges, because they were all jokester’s, playing stupid jokes on other people and each other. I had just been looking for a good time, since my family had moved to Manchester, away from where I had grown up.
And here we were in the backseat, outside of the Stooges house. We had gone out and seen a movie, and gotten coffee from the Starbucks a few blocks from their house. We sat awkwardly, in near-silence. The radio played the big song at the time, “Everything,” by Fefe Dobson, as he inched closer to me. He drove an older car, and by older, I mean a bench seat in the front seat.
He put his arm around me and began to whisper in my ear.
“It’s an awfully cold night. I bet that bed of yours back at home is pretty cold.”
I giggled, a little.
“So, why don’t you come inside and I can keep you warm all night,” I giggled more as he said this.
“I don’t know, my Mom would be worried,” I said, biting my lower lip.
“Just tell her you were with Nicky,” He said, and began kissing my neck. I moaned a little, the feeling beginning to cloud my judgement.
“I-I don’t know,” I said, trying to move away, just a little to regain my clear judgement, but, I was against the door, there was no way I was going to be able to get space without actually leaving the car, and no way I’d be able to get out of the car without him getting me into the house.
“Come on,” He said, his warm breath against my neck.
“Okay,” I said, letting out a small sigh. What would happen now?”
But you know it's true I've given up on you Take you're time, hold onto all you have Cos I am holding your hand so tight Tonight
“Did you have fun at Stacey’s house?” My Mother asked as I walked in the front door of our home. It was nothing amazing, we didn’t live in a castle. Just a small, two level house. I was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and tight fitting, long-sleeved shirt with the Bat Symbol on the chest. Slung over my shoulders was my school bag filled with clothes and the hormones I continue to take that are slowly, too slowly, turning me into a woman.
“Yeah,” I said walking up the stairs just to the left of the door. I got half-way up the steps, before I turned and looked down at my Mother, sitting on the couch, watching television. She had done so much for me, and suffered through so much with me. She stuck by me through everything, yet, I couldn’t even obey my Mother’s one wish, that was done for my safety. A ball of guilt knotted itself in my stomach, as I made my way up to my bedroom.
I sat on my bed, and unzipped the main pouch of my Backpack. I reached inside, pulling out a pair of jeans and a Hershey’s T-Shirt. I folded the clothes, as I walked over to my dresser, and put the clothes away in the drawer. I looked up at a framed photograph I always kept on my dresser, where I could look over and see it everyday.
My family. My Mom, my sister, my brothers, and me. Five of us, a united family. One thing had ever come close to breaking us apart. That had been me.
But I try so hard to make it up to you I can't wait I can't help myself Cos I am holding your hand so tight Tonight
It had been about Six Months since I started transitioning. I was dressing completely female now, all the time. My Grandmother’s Birthday had arrived, she was turning 78. We walked in the door, and our large family immediately began to congregate around us, to hug, kiss and greet.
“Whose this?” My Grandmother asked looking at me for the first time as a woman. “One of Chita’s friends?” Chita was my sisters nickname.
“No, Ma,” My Mother said. “This is Gwen. She’s your Granddaughter.”
A look of confusion crossed my Grandma’s face, as the entire group of Aunt’s, Uncles, and cousin’s grew silent.
“What do you mean my Granddaughter? My Grandchildren from you are Chita, Eddie, Brandon, and David. I see Chita. I see Brandon, I see David. But I don’t see Eddie, and I’ve never seen this girl before in my life!” My Grandma said, still confused.
“Ma, this is Eddie,” My Mother said, I gave a small wave, but I was turning a deep red, out of embarrassment.
“Why is Eddie dressed like a girl?” My Uncle Tito asked,
This started the water welling in my eyes. I turned around, facing the screen door, and I opened it, running out, and into the warm summer air, tears streaming down my face. I ran all the way back out to my Mother’s car. I tried the door, but it was locked, so I sat down on the back, on top of the trunk, and put my head on my knees and cried.
I never expected this to be easy, my family is a Latino family, with very strict Catholic beliefs. I didn’t expect them to embrace me with open arms. And I know my Mom wasn’t trying to embarrass me, but ti was humiliating, my family all looking at me trying to figure out who and what I was.
A few minutes later, my Sister was out there. She sat down next to me and rubbed my back. I was still sobbing heavily.
“Hey, Gweny,” She said, talking in a low soothing voice.
I just sobbed more.
“You know,” She said. “Mom wasn’t trying to embarrass you. She was up half of the night trying to figure out how to tell Grandma, in a way that wouldn’t hurt you.”
“But it did hurt,” I said. “Did you see how they were all looking at me?”
“You have to give them time, Gweny,” She said. “They have no idea how to take you, right now. It’s a little bit surprising. “
“But, they all looked at me like I was in a zoo!” I said.
“Gweny, they were just surprised!” She said.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said.
“Gweny, I know you can,” My Sister said, still rubbing my back. I let out a sigh, and stood up.
“Ready?” My Sister asked. I nodded.
So that I can hold you Ohh anymore So that I can feel you Oohh anymore
I made my way down the stairs, dressed in a pair of purple pajama pants and a grey tank top. My Mom was still sitting on the couch, the remote in her hands, she was laughing at the Tonight Show. In my hands were a couple pill bottles, from my bag, which I had taken to Stacy’s when I spent the night. I opened the lid of each and took one pill out of each. I filled up a glass of water and popped the pills.
I drank the rest of the glass of water, I was pretty thirsty. I made my way out to the living room and sat down next to my Mom, leaning my head on her shoulder. She turned and kissed the top of my head.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Nothing,” I sighed. “Just bored.”
“Bored? Well, if you’re bored, the driveway needs shoveled, the dishes need put away-“
“Ma, it’s midnight,” I said.
“I know, I was just pointing out that there is plenty of things to do,” She said, winking at me. I laughed.
“Ma?”
“Yeah, Gwen?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
But if you want to travel the seas alone I won't wait I can't help myself Cos I am holding your hand so tight Tonight
“Dream, you think you can do something about me? You think you can beat me? I have the talents of a true Champion. Something you yourself can’t be aware of. Because you don’t know how to be a REAL Champion. Why do you think the Women’s Division has needed me to come in and save it? Because you haven’t done a single thing to help it!
“All you have done is take your belt, and do your hair. I am here to fight, and it may take more than a day to beat you, but I have ALL the time in the world, hon. I have paid more dues than you could ever even IMAGINE! I have been through and seen things that you will never see. Things you will never live through. Never have to experience.
“If I sucked a McMahon dick, as you so eloquently put it to get into a Battle Royal, you must have been the meat in a McMahon sandwich. Dream, I think it’s time for you to reexamine your life.
“Because I have a red rose for you!”
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Post by .:|Gwen Rose|:. on Feb 25, 2007 22:03:49 GMT -5
In My Shoes Chapter VI
Four of us sat inside of the Mall of New Hampshire. Stacy, her boyfriend Alex, Chet and I. We sat in a table fit for just four people in the food court. Despite Manchester being small in comparison to Boston, it actually had a very nice Mall. We were a hotbed back during the Industrial Revolution, and there are a lot of vacant factories around town, from the mid to late 19th century, though most of them had been converted into apartments. The only people of note to come from Manchester are Adam Sandler, and that one guy from RockStar: Supernova.
But, we sat in the mall, outside of the Dairy Queen, in the Food Court. A lot of people were hear today. It was a Saturday after all. We are only 60 miles from Boston, so a lot of people from there make the trek. I had an Oreo Blizzard in front of me. I always got that. They were HEAVEN! I loved them. Chet had gotten a Banana Split. Minus that weird yellow sauce they had on it, they were good. He had offered me a bite, but instead of putting it in my mouth, he’d smashed a spoonful of whipped cream onto my nose.
We all laughed. Stacy and Alex had been dating for a while. Alex was aware of my situation, and didn’t really care. He was a laid back guy. He went to College at the University of New Hampshire, which had a campus in Manchester, so it made Stacy’s difficulties of dating a college man a lot easier. He and Chet had known each other from when they were on the football team together.
Everybody got along so well. And it was nice being out with Chet and having Stacy as a safety net. Everything seemed so perfect.
“So, I threw the ball down to Slater, he catches the ball, and get tackled all to hell, the ball shooting up into the air, right?” Chet explained to Alex, as Stacy winked at me across the table, and I smiled.
Welcome to your life There’s no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature Everybody wants to rule the world
We were inside of the Stooges house, inside Johnny’s bedroom. The other guys were out, or asleep, I wasn’t really quite sure. Johnny didn’t even care. I sat on his bed. It was just a mattress and a box spring on the floor. Lying on top of it was a tangle of blankets and sheets. Pinned up on the walls were pictures of various centerfolds, hastily torn out of various issues of various pornographic magazines.
“What do you want to do?” I asked, stupidly.
“Well, we could watch a movie, and then do some stuff,” Johnny said. I hated the way he said stuff.
From the day I had begun transitioning, I was scared of what would happen if a guy decided he wanted to sleep with me. Would I be forced to tell him about me? Would he beat me? Would he tell the world? I didn’t know. So I had just never told the Stooges. Fear can control a person. Sometimes shy people don’t talk, and they get called the wrong name, because they’re too scared to speak up and tell someone differently. I was too scared to speak up and tell people the truth.
“What do you want to watch?” Johnny asked, lifting two cases for me to examine. One was Big Daddy, the Adam Sandler movie. Everyone around here thought he was God, because he was the only person from here to ever make it famous. The other one was a romantic comedy, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. I found it a little odd Super Macho Johnny was watching a movie like that, but decided to keep my mouth shut.
“How to Lose a Guy...” I said.
“Alright. Want some Popcorn, or, shit, I don’t even know if we have anything. Want a beer?” He asked.
“No thanks,” I said, smiling politely.
He left the room, and I sighed. I didn’t want to be here, and I had no way to really get home. If I could avoid sex, then I would be all set.
Hee came back into the room with a bag of Potato Chips, a can of Coke and a beer. He set everything down on the bed, and walked over to the DVD Player and put this disc into the player.
Its my own design Its my own remorse Help me to decide Help me make the most Of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world
We sat in Stacy’s bedroom. Her mom wasn’t home, she was working, and her Dad was out of town on business, so we had the house to ourselves. To normals teenagers, this would be a joy. A huge joy. No parents, four bedroom house, two couples. But, only three of the four of us were normal.
Alex and Stacy laid on her bed. Chet and I were on the floor.
“What do you want to do?” Stacy asked.
Alex raised his eyebrow, and Stacy laughed, and hit him playfully.
“Not that!” She said, laughing still.
“What do YOU want to do?” Chet asked, while I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me.
“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. I leaned forward and rested my head on his knee. “I’m tired.”
“Here,” He said, pulling me up, as he scooted down. He then rested my head on his stomach. “Sleep here.”
I closed my eyes, and soon I was asleep.
There’s a room where the light wont find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do Ill be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it So sad they had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world
“C’Mon, lets fuck,” Johnny pleaded, after trying to put his hand up my shirt for the fifth time.
“Not tonight, please?” I begged.
“Why not?” He asked.
I didn’t have an answer that I could say. “Because I’m a Man,” probably wouldn’t go over very well. So, I just thought. What would a real woman say?
“I’m on my period,” I said. It was a lie, something I was raised not to do, but, I had to.
“So, baby? I don’t mind gettin’ my cock a little bloody,” He said, making a grinding motion.
“Please, not tonight!” I said.
“Come on, we can do it in the ass, or something!” He begged.
It went on like this for at least an hour. Then I finally gave in. Anal sex was the way we were going to go. I wasn’t proud of doing it, and I didn’t enjoy it much. But, he shut up. After he finished up, he took me home. I was relieved. My Mom was really mad that I had stayed out so late, but I told her I had been with Stacy and she didn’t put up too much of a fight.
I can’t stand this indecision Married with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world Say that you’ll never, never, never, never need it One headline why believe it ? Everybody wants to rule the world
I woke up, my head still rested on Chet’s stomach. I looked up, and smiled at him. I had drooled on his shirt. I hope he didn’t notice.
“Feel better?” He asked.
I smiled, and nodded.
“Today has been fun,” I said, smiling.
“Today has been fun,” Chet echoed.
All for freedom and for pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world
“Dream, the pay-per0view is just hours away. Only hours until you and I face off for the title you have so horribly degraded. The title that, upon my victory, will lead to the saving of the women’s division, single-handedly, by me!
“So, at No Love Lost, you and I will both walk into the ring, and we will do battle, and you will not win. Like George Pickett, and Pickett’s charge, you will bravely storm in, and you will be shot down by me. I plan on breaking you, and leaving you as nothing more than a pile of loser.
“Dream, I have a red rose for you.”
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