Mermaid lovers tf.
(Disclaimer: this story contains slight mermaid tf and same sex relationships.) My life changed forever when I was fourteen. A new year had begun and I was coping with fresh heartache. His name was Josh. He was tall with blond curls and happened to be in my class. We never dated. Actually, the only interactions I had with him were between classes, with most of my words being “Hi”. I always liked it when he acknowledged me and we'd exchange some small talk, but otherwise he was busy with friends or football or whatever else he did. My friends quickly caught on about my crush and offered me advice, but I was afraid to rush things.
I'm coming out: I'm straight
Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you? My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty. I took
A Milky Study (edit)
A Milky Study (edit) Megan leaned forward in her desk-chair as she pored over the notes she had taken over the past semester of college algebra, transcribing the relevant pieces of information onto her self-made review. Her final was tomorrow, and she really wanted to avoid getting a grade that was merely "okay"; okay grades wouldn't let her have a chance of possibly earning a few needed scholarships. Thankfully, tonight was a pretty distraction-free night, all things considered. There weren't any friends in the room that Megan could get off task with. Her dead phone was on her far away pillow. Even the surrounding dorm rooms were quieter
Is that too much to ask?
There was a new boy at school. He sat in the back, all alone. The teacher was doing roll call. "Jessica?" The boy froze. "..Jessica? Is she here today?" The boy raised his hand shakily and muttered quietly, almost scared. "Here." What sort of name was that for a boy? Jessica? She must be a girl, then. At lunch she was alone, crying. Why was she crying? Because everything felt so wrong. Her name didn't fit her. Her body didn't fit her. She was a boy on the inside. Why was she a girl on the outside? She truly thought it was to torture her. So she scarred the body she hated, as if it would do any good
"Dude.. You're a girl!" His words shot through me like a jolt of electricity. Did he just say what I think he did? He did, didn't it? I analyze my situation quickly. What happened exactly? My mind feels hazy and it takes me a few seconds to recall. I was trying to enjoy a walk through the park with my friends when Hilda clumsily spilled her soda on me. My shirt was soaked but Hilbert offered to take me home to change. He had offerred his jacket to me.. After that we rushed home, I went to my room and he came into my room. Did he want his jacket back? I guess he does. He's standing in front of me, head turned, blushing furiously. It takes
Trangst Poem - FTM
The girl who never was and the boy who cannot be. A face unknown. Hollow, Lacking, Vacant. It stares. Bones grow out of place, Bulging, twisting, breaking up straight lines. Blood follows, a screaming pain that cannot be subdued. It drips, smears, stains. Tainted. Confusion sets in. Mass hysteria? Cells divide and concur, an uncontrollable growth. The heart longs to love, but is trapped within a cage of bones and mounds of flesh. An unfamiliar home. The mirror reflects lies, which cannot be proven incorrect. Untrained eyes, cannot view the falsehood, of this perceived womanhood. I've grown tired of lying. And I've gro