You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Demon Takes Over Number 224574

---James point of view---

"System failure detected, please insert cock I to mouth to make system failure end. Or else I will," Lee stops. "Destroy this universe." His voice gets all serious and mad.

"Lee, this isn't funny!"

"Who is Lee? I am number 224574. As mentioned before, insert cock into my mouth to make system failure end." Lee's eyes were bright red, like a demon's. 

"Better do what he says, otherwise we won't be here later," Kill pointed out as he bit into his apple spoke.

I brought him to my room, and locked the door.

I looked him in the eyes. 

"Oh jeez, the fuck are we doing?" Lee asks as his eyes turn back to their normal hazel colour.

"Oh, uhm I think a demon's taking I've you. Or was at least..." I answer. "So do you still have to suck my cock or-" I mumble.

The demon returns. "Yes." Lee purrs.

"Oh god, I don't want to do this, because I know this isn't the real you!"

---afterwards---

"Ok, thanks," Lee says as the demon leaves.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"I don't know. I- I may not be human," Lee spoke as our eyes collide.

"What?" 

"The demon was talking to me. Referring to me as number 224574. I think he got the wrong person, I just dunno."

"What'd he say?" I was getting concerned.

"He said I'm a murderer. I think he was referring to my mom. I don't know."

I snap back to reality.

I run over to Lee, who's sitting in the shower.

"James?" His voice sounds hoarse.

"Yeah?" I'm worried.

"I don't know what happened to me. I couldn't speak." He looks down.

"What?!?!" 

"Well, I think I'm cracking up."

"You serious?" I was skeptical.

"Yeah. Shit, can you help me get up? I can't do it myself for some reason." Lee flailed his arms.

"Anytime you need help, I'll help you. And if I'm not there, I'm sorry." I help him get up.

"Now, uh can I get dressed?" He brushed one of his hands on the back of his neck, the other one turning off the shower. "I feel a little weird standing here naked."

"Yeah, I'll go make us some coffee," I kiss him in the lips, and run off, closing the door behind me.

"Aye, Kill?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen. "Kill!"

"Wassup?" He unleashes from the shadows.

"Bro, I had this daydream you could call it, about Lee!"

"Bro, you're high," he said as he through away a Starburst rapper.

"I haven't touched that stuff, ever!" I told the truth.

"Makes sense, we're only what, fourteen? Fuck, I dunno," he said as he gave himself a temporary tattoo of a shark eating a taco.

"The fuck is with you?" I ask, he was acting a bit strange. 

I look over at what he's holding.

"Ok, so uhm, that's my mom's, so don't ever touch that again, and go to my room, I have a box of Lego." I rip the item from his hands, and place it back on the highest shelf in our house (i had to use a ladder).

"LEGO????" He ran straight to my room.

I grab the Oakland coffee, and start making Lee and I a cup of coffee. I mean duh it's coffee grounds, obviously I'm gonna make us a cup of coffee.

We share a cup of coffee because if Lee has a full cup (this goes for me too), we both end up writing love letters to "our dream boyfriend or girlfriend" even though it's just us sending love letters to eachother. I keep all mine, Lee does too, even though our handwriting shitty because we're drunk on coffee. 

They're love letters, you keep all of yours, right? Oh wait, I'm narrating in my head again. Fuck

I finish making the coffee, and walk over to the bathroom. 

I knock.

"I need your help!" he screamed. 

I place the coffee down onto the floor, knowing damn well one of the cats are gonna knock it over, and open the door.

"What happened?" I ask, panicking the right amount for this situation.

"Babe, I haven't had one since I started the damn T, and I don't keep," he nods.

"My mom might have some, can you wait here while I go upstairs to grab them from her bathroom?"

"Oh thank you!" Relief washes over him.

I leave the bathroom, and walk up the stairs.