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Prodigal

4.5

~4.5~

Jeffery and I didn’t talk for the rest of the day. The more I thought about it, the more I understood where he was coming from.

I wanted to call him and make up so badly, but I didn’t know how to fix this situation. More than anything I was scared that he was excited by a hard dick, and that he wouldn’t want to be with me once I get sex reassignment surgery.

And, I’m a girl. Any reference to what’s considered “male genitalia” on me is nothing I would want to talk about, or even use for pleasure in a sexual way.

I don’t want to have any kind of sexual contact with a penis. And apparently, Jeffery does. If he wants a penis, then I can’t be the one he’s with.

And that broke my heart, because I like him so much.

After school, I was about to leave when… freaking Ethan, came up to my locker.

“So I heard Jeffery liked the feeling of your rock hard dick. I bet you liked it, too.” Ethan said. “Still trying to claim to be a girl?”

“Fuck off.” I said. “How do you even know about this?”

“Sherri told me!” Ethan said with a huge, devilish smile as he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the huge laugh in a condescending way.

The grapevine, of course. If Jeffery confided in anyone about this, which he might’ve, it could’ve gotten out.

“You’re a dude, and you’re a liar for dressing like a tranny.” Ethan said. “Go kill yourself.”

I slammed my locker closed. “I’m a nationally recognized model who has graced the cover of multiple worldwide magazines, I have a following on social media the size of Canberra, and I’m being recognized at an international speech writing convention. You’re a transphobic piece of trash whose biggest accomplishment is winning second place once in a game of Basketball Lightning, so I think you should kill yourself.”

Before I would even bother to listen to what Ethan had to say about that, I walked away.

As I walked away, I felt a nervous pit in my stomach, knowing that I still had no idea what I was going to speech about at the speech convention.

Notes

Slaaaaay Emmy!

So I never gave you closure on the story of Cole, the 16 year old who committed suicide last arc, so that will be covered this arc and there will be closure there.

Comments

@megsworld
I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT!

Oh boy, I can tell this wont be good, BUT I STILL LOVE IT!!!!

@Jupiter
I'M SORRY I LEFT AGAIN IMMA TRY TO WRITE MORE

@megsworld
OMG THANK YOU SORRY I WAS MIA again I'll try to come back to it soon!

WHERE YOU BEEN OMFG