Bad Boy - JFK x FTM reader

5 i think

I ran my hand through my tangled h/c hair. I really need to take a shower...

I looked across the room at Jack, who matched the shade of a beet. He's sitting on his bed, facing me, but with his head down. I sat across the room from him, on his computer chair with my left leg resting on top of my right, looking straight back at him. I smirked at his bashfulness. I cleared my throat, then spoke "Hey, Jackie? Can I take a shower?" I said smoothly. He jumped up, and somehow turned even redder. "J-Jackie?!" He stuttered with surprise in his voice. He shook his head and said, "Y-Yeah, lemme go get you a towel." I said thanks, and stood up, standing a couple inches shorter than him. I followed him to a cabinet where he grabbed me a black towel with a gold printed luxury crest. I grabbed it from him, and as soon as I grabbed it, my face softened. It was so soft!

"It's super soft isn't it?" He said while giving me a toothy smile. It seems it's my turn to blush, so I did. I felt my... part start to throb, so I ran off to the bathroom, and locked the bathroom door. I huffed, and turned around to look at myself in the mirror. I don't think I've ever been this red in my life. I began taking my clothes off, looking at myself while I do it. I felt my eyes start to water up, because of just... how un-fucking-happy I am with my body. And, everything that's going on is just... insane. I unfortunately have to remove my chest bandage.

I unwrapped it, and let it drop to my feet. I looked in the mirror at my about-healed breast reduction wound. It's kinda illegal at my age to do to the surgery, but I had a lot of money. If I still had them, I don't think I would even be here...

It's only been two days since my last injection, so I think I'll be good for now. In another 13 days I'll have to visit my house to pick up my belongings, because of 1: my clothes 2: TrT shots and 3: literally fucking everything. I walked over to the large, glass paneled shower, and opened the door's metal handlebar. I walked in, and unsurprisingly for this large house, it's shower is large, and has a rain faucet feature. Holy... this is awesome! I rushed in, and immediately turned the shower faucet to the juuuust right temperature. Of course, as soon as I turned it on, it was perfect! I slouched my shoulders as my cheeks flushed with delight. I looked around the shower to see bottles of soap neatly placed onto the shower's shelves. I bent down and grabbed the first bottle of shampoo I found. I popped the cap open and squeezed some out in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my nose for a quick sniff, and the sweet aroma of chocolate and strawberries filled my lungs. It smells just like John's hair. I plopped my hand down on my soaked hair, and started scrubbing. I massaged the soap into my hair until it came to a soft lather, then moved onto my body. I gently rubbed soap onto my chest, as I don't want to rip the stitching. It stung like a MOTHERFUCKER, but idisss whadidissssssss. After I finished cleaning myself from head to toe, I turned the knob to "off" on the shower. I opened the foggy glass door, and stepped out onto the fuzzy bath mat. I felt the cold air attack my bare body, in return I gave a small shiver. I quickly snatched my towel from the counter, and wrapped it around my body. 

I rubbed my body with the towel, and then dried my hair. I looked around for my clothes... but I have no clean ones. Shit...

I slowly wrapped my towel around my body, preparing myself to ask for some clothes. I don't know why it feels so difficult, I just need to say 'can I borrow some clothes?' but, it's me. It's gonna be difficult. I took a deep breath, and opened the door. I walked across the hall to JFK's room, and knocked. I heard him jump up, and something thud. He opened the door with a close-eyed smile, and said "Whaddya need, buddy?" He looked down at me, and released a mad blush at the sight of me in a towel. I looked him in the eyes, and grinned. "Can I borrow some clothes, please?" 

"Y-Yeah! Come in so you can choose something!" I followed him to his dresser as he opened the closet door. He had a nervous smile on his face, and said to pick anything. "Is there any new underwear I can use?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a black pair of loose boxers. I took them from him, and looked through his closet for any large shirts or hoodies. Jack's torso is considerably larger than mine, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find something. I spotted a huge black hoodie, so without second thought I grabbed it. I'll probably just wear boxers rather than any pants, it'll be much more comfortable.

Jackie was staring me down, like a vulture watching his prey. I booped his nose "Hey, nerd. Can you turn around for a sec so I can dress?"

"Oh! Sorry." He said sheepishly and turned around. I smiled, then let my towel drop to the floor. I quickly put his hoodie on, and then slipped into the boxers. I smirked, and snuck up behind Jack, tiptoeing every step. I pounced on him, giving him a big hug from behind. He jumped, then laughed. I laughed along with him, but I genuinely wanted to thank him. He turned around. "Hey, thanks for welcoming me here. I have no other family, so it's nice to be here with you." I said, blushing. He hugged me back "No problem, anything for my boy!" he said while patting my head. I blushed lightly, and punched his shoulder.