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

Gecko and Joro

I leave the train tracks, and make my way back home, as it was really late, and I had school in the morning.

I laid down, ready to nap, but well, napping isn't my specialty. Especially when there's unicows everywhere watching me, as I stare up at the ceiling.

I blink.

--- nightmareland---

He purred as Gecko bit his neck.

Joro moaned a bit, but then.

Gecko bit harder.

Gecko tore Joro's flesh, revealing his bloody bones, and tubes where food went down.

Joro looked Gecko straight in the eyes and said, "I'm gonna kill you and eat your flesh like there's no tomorrow."

"Ok, bitch, this isn't the Wasteland from Fallout!" Gecko chewed on the flesh, delighted at its delicious taste.

"But, it can be war. War between the world, and you you little slut!" Joro grabbed Gecko, and slammed him into the ground. "I'll spare your useless shitty life, for now. Let the war begin!" Joro escaped to safety.

Joro arrived at the doctor's, and the doctor gave him fake flesh to keep him alive.

As Joro walked over to his station,  where he had healing stuff so then if he was ever dying, he could easily teleport over here. One problem was, that the monster, or whatever he was fighting would come with him, unless the thing he was fighting was y'know, dead.

He tore off his jumpsuit, leaving him completely naked, except for his underwear.

He ripped open a bottle of white liquid, a little too thick to be milk, like there was any milk, this was the shitty lands where there was barely any food, and doused it all over his hair. Not all of it, but some of it.

He tapped his palm onto his head, and licked the liquid off of it. He moaned a bit, as he thought it was delicious.

"The fuck is that?" A passersby asked him.

"Heh, just some cum, wants some?" Joro was being on the slighter sillier side, but other than his voice, he was completely serious.

"Who's is it?" The passerby looked spectacle.

"Pfft, who's else? My cum, made it myself, masturbated and everything." Now he was joking. It wasn't his, it as Gecko's.

Sure Joro did rape him a little, just like rubbed Gecko's penis to get the cum, but uh, other than that, it was his.

Joro came to a realization. Yes, he did indeed cum all over the place in his undies.

If he killed Gecko, he wouldn't get the cum anymore. This would impact his life so much.

Joro quickly ran to the bathroom to salvage his cum. 

As he walked in, the sight of a dead body, cut open to pieces, guts poured everywhere, and blood just all over the place, made him a little scared.

So he went to the second bathroom they had.

This time it was clean, well the best they could do when it was the aftermath of a giant bomb.

Joro sat down on the toilet, and just let his hands do all the work.

His eyes were shut closed, so he didn't even notice that Gecko had entered the bathroom.

Joro moaned, a lot, and just kept his eyes closed.

Gecko placed the knife onto his neck, and sliced the head right off of Joro.

"Good luck abstaining my cum now, sweetheart." Gecko, not even fazed by the blood gushing everywhere, picked up Joro's head. "I'm gonna take this bottle of your cum, and-"

He stopped himself, to kiss Joro.

"I love you, baby, buy c'mon, really? You had to join the team I hate?" Gecko started his meal on Joro's body, leaving the head there, sitting in the toilet.

Gecko felt a little guilt, but when your boyfriend join the rivals of your team, you gotta do what you gotta do.

---real world--- 

I awaken, in a pool of sweat. That dream, nightmare more like it, was uhm. Disturbing. 

"Hey, uh what's wrong, Lee?" James asked as he slid on his underwear.

"I had a nightmare," i spoke, my voice a little raspy. 

"Let's get ready, then. Let's forget all about what happened, ok?" James asked as he put in his jeans, leaving his shirt off.

*I don't know if I can," I say as I stand up. "Where are we going?"

"Uhm, school? Right, what day is it?" 

"Fuck, I don't know," I said as I got dressed.

"Wednesday? Friday? No that was yesterday, today's Saturday?"

I check my phone. "Wednesday." I throw my phone onto our bed, and walk to the bathroom.

I stare at the tired face, my eyes look like shit, and my hair was all over the place.

My Fallout shirt with Dogmeat eating a person, may break a few rules of the dress code at school, I'm not a hundred percent, but I'm wearing it anyway.

"Hey, baby! Your birthday is in thirteen days! You excited?"

"Isn't it the ninth?" I ask as I allow James to wrap his arms around me.

"Wait, hold on." James does some counting on his fingers as I make my face a little more presentable.

"No, it's the tenth," I quickly correct myself.

"Ok, so I was way off. Your birthday is in seven days, you excited?" James asks as he picks me up, and carries me to our room.

"Eh, not really, that just means I'm gonna be fifteen, yay," I answer as I grabbed my backpack.

"Yeah well, that's one year closer to... Well, I don't know." James says as he grabs his backpack, and puts mine and his onto his back.

"Are you gonna carry me the entire way there?" I ask as we carries me to the kitchen to grab some toast before we run off.

"Yessir," he replies with a mouthful of bread.

I nod.

Randomly, I blurt, "Gecko and Joro."

"Who the fuck is that?" James asks, still carrying me to school.

"The two guys in my nightmare," I respond as I look up at his face.

His beautiful, pretty, handsome, face. 

"What'd they do?" He asks.

"Kill eachother, well Gecko killed Joro, then ate Joro, than drank Joro's cum that Joro was bottling up, for some reason," I start rambling.

"Damn, babe you got some weird ass dreams," he says as we arrive at school.

"Yeah. I get used to some of them, not this one though!"