•~• Chapter Three •~•

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Hey guys this chapter includes sexual content and slurs, but it is VERY important to the context of this story so enter at your own risk and enjoy xx

November 21st

Tomorrow came and went, I made sure to get up early to look my best, which payed off because I must say, the date went amazing. I said all the right things and asked the right questions, and coincidently, we wore coordinating outfits. She wore a long green skirt and a lacey top with layered sea shell and locket necklaces. She wore a brown zip-up sweater to keep her warm and had her hair pulled back in two half pig tails. She has bangs now, which suit her really well. We talked about different tea blends and cafes and all the best and worst Indie-rock bands. I didn't even have to ask any of the boring "get-to-know-you" questions. It felt like we knew each other forever. I felt like I met someone just like me. Someone meant for me.

November 29th

I have these moments sometimes where I completely forget the fact that I am transgender, it's like I forget that I don't have all the manly parts I should. Scarlett and I quickly started to see each other more, almost every day after class. She  came over again last night.
We were watching some stupid rom-com and I had my arm around her. Her head was snuggled into my shoulder and Henry was purring in her lap. The whole scene was adorable because we were almost matching again. Things were going as usual and then, out of nowhere, she turned to me and kissed me. Scarlett Brown, the most beautiful girl in the city, the girl of my dreams, kissed me. I kissed her back, but our first kiss quickly led to our first french kiss. Then our first french kiss almost led to our first time. I was wearing a packer and she was grabbing it while making out with me, not knowing that underneath my blue denim jeans lied only silicone disappointment.

Things were getting heated fast, I wanted her more and more while she she started grabbing at the collar of my shirt and letting out faint moans between kisses. I could tell she wanted me, too. The tension has always been so intense. Moments later, she finally got on top of me. I had my hands on her waist, pulling her closer and closer. If I had a dick, I'd be rock hard at that moment. Things were getting more intense by the minute. She started to grind on my lap, it felt like torture to not be inside of her.

I picked her up bridal style and carried her down the hall to my bedroom, stumbling on the way, since no light was found in the hallway. I closed the bedroom door, to keep Henry out. I layed her down onto the bed, and looked into her beautiful green eyes for a moment, admiring the specks of gold and brown and her perfect face. I caught my breath before closing the gap between our lips again. The only light in the room was found in the harsh moon light coming from the window by my bed. Butterflies were dancing in my stomach while I sucked the crevice of her neck until it was littered in dark red spots.

"Can I take these off?" I asked, gripping one strap of her overalls.
She smiled and nodded eagerly and I unclipped her overalls. She sat up and took her top off, leaving her almost entirely naked. I noticed her bra and panties were matching and at that moment, I knew that her intentions were possibly solely to get in my pants, but I didn't care. I left a trail of hikkies down her body and she wrapped her legs around my torso. She smelled like the sweetest cotton candy I've ever had. I started to suck on the inside of her thighs, while barely grazing her clit with my thumb and gripping her breast at the same time.
"Jayden please!" She begged,
"What?" I asked, smiling, knowing exactly what she wanted but pretending to be clueless.
"Pleaseeeee I want you so fucking bad!" she slipped her fingers into her underwear and started to help herself to some pleasure. I quickly replaced her fingers with mine and put my other hand in hers above her head. She bit down on my bottom lip while she started to moan muffled curse words.
"You like that huh?" I'd tease.

With every thrust came a moan louder than the last. I was looking right into her eyes, which kept rolling into the back of her head in pleasure. I stopped for only a moment to take off my shirt and unbuckle my belt. Scarlett rubbed her hand up my happy trail and quickly decided she wanted to take dominance. I let her get on top of me and I admired every inch of her 5'3 body. She had a perfect shape all around and a vine tattoo wrapped around one side of her left breast, which I thought was both sexy and beautiful. I noticed scars trailed up both her forearms in a perfect row, but I don't think she cared that I was seeing them because she stopped for a second to run her hands up mine before diving her lips into my neck and cupping my cheek with one hand while scrambling to unzip my pants with the other.

That's when she realized I am, in fact, a dickless man.
"Oh my god!"
"W-what? W-we can stop if you want-"
I wanted nothing more than for her to say something else was bothering her and not the lack of flesh under my jeans.
She quickly hopped off of me and rushed to put her clothes back on.
That moment confirmed what she saw.
This is not how I wanted her to find out. My heart was racing, knowing I just ruined any and all chances I could ever possibly have with her.

"I DIDN'T KNOW!" She screamed at me,
"D-didn't know what?" I had a lump in the back of my throat and tears started building up behind my eyes.
"I didn't know you are a FAG!! I'm not into GIRLS, Jayden! You should have told me!"
She didn't even have her overalls buttoned up before she stormed out of my room with tears rolling down her red cheeks. I was frozen. 

For only a moment after that I had a weird sense of euphoria. Knowing that up until the moment she took my pants off she thought for sure I had a dick under there, and that she wanted it, made me happy. But happiness was quickly being replaced with sadness when the realization that Scarlett Brown just called me a girl set in.

I fell for her so fast and so hard I didn't even have time to put band aids on my skinned up knees before she ran out the door with my heart. She ripped a hole right through my chest, but at least I tried my best..... right?

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