My Hunter Boyfriend and My Dog

The Landlubber

(All pictures are not mine and placeholders. This story is original and one I was trying to get contract for, but decided that it's not good enough to sell and I kinda lost a bit interest in, because it's an extremely slow burn with little conflict. So I hope you all enjoy this instead.)

The sound of barking was enough to stir the young lady out of her strange dream. She saw a man, whom she knew quite well. He didn't last long in her dreams. Every time they met it was always him saving her from near death.

It's just a dream though. It's not real. She slowly sat up to take deep breaths and remind herself of that fact. Yet, the lingering fear wouldn't leave her soul.

His name was on the tip of her tongue and she could almost recall it, but as soon as she was about to it was gone just like the visions from dream.

A big fluffier named Izzy whimpered and licked her worried face as if to reassure her it'll be alright. Perhaps the dog is right, she is just anxious from being alone in the house. It was never easy getting used to even with Izzy around.

Slowly pulling the covers off her she gets up and goes to get dressed. She paused to look at herself in the mirror. A pretty little flat chested bird at the age of eighteen.

*bird- British slang to describe a young women

She hated her appearance. She wanted to cut her hair even shorter as it just looked horrible to her. Maybe she'll wear some of dad's old sailor clothes from his younger days. It always made her feel better.

Once the clothes were on she instantly felt better. The white navy sailor hat made her hair look more messy, wild and alive instantly. So, much better than the normal flat, lifeless and bland hair style it normal is.

The long white navy military coat was thickly insulated and heavy duty and made her feel safe. It covered up her scrawny petite body and hided her boney exterior. She looked fluffy like her dog and not a twig ready to break in the wind.

Next was the white navy shawl that gave more girth to her shoulders and chest. She also put on some black gloves to make her hands a little bigger looking and hide its boney exterior, with some mens black jeans and non slip black men's combat boots.

It still amazed her how just a switch in clothing style could make her feel so confident and comfortable with herself. She knows there's nothing wrong with her. She's not malnourished or underfed or being neglected, but she was always harshly judging herself.

'I should be fatter, I should be stronger, I should be taller, I should be less boney....' This and many more thoughts had plagued her mind for a good while now.

It was particularly bad last year. The move here hasn't been a pleasant one, but it was an expected one. She had ended a long time friendship of hers and before she left they said something that really made her think.

"Hey Adalin... You know I've known you for a good two years now and I've always thought of you as a tom boy, but I'm starting to think it's more than that. My brother came out as transgender just a few weeks ago and I've done everything I can to support her. After she explained it to me I realized Adalin. You're transgender. You don't want to be a women. I mean... that's what I think. Just try it. I mean. You got nothing to lose and it's better just hating yourself with the way you look all the time right? Maybe you'll finally feel like you can like yourself... I dunno." Her best friend Julie told her.

It was not an easy discussion to bring up to her father, but he accepted neither the less.

"If you feel like you are a lad rather than a lass than that's probably what you need to be. Ain't no shame being you." Her father had told her kindly.