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

Baking with James

I search the house, and yet I can't find him.

I sit down on the stairs, and hear a rustling sound behind me.

I stand up, and check the stairs to see if there's a secret department I don't know about.

One stair clicks and it opens. I lift up the stair like a car hood, and climb in.

It's very dark in here, so I turn in the light.

The sight of James startles me. I knew he was gonna be here, but after being in the dark, and suddenly seeing a person is startling.

I look around, this place is pretty spacious. We've got a mattress on the floor, a cabinet filled with canned food and chips, a dresser filled with clothes, and a safe.

I waddle over to the safe and try to unlock it. 224574, nope. 123456. Nope. I punch in a whole bunch of random numbers, before a thought hits me.

And so, I pick the numbers 070725. Bam, the safe unlocks.

I look up at James.

"What, I figured I should have it saved as our anniversary!" He shrugs.

"Yes, suck my ass. That's a great idea, then people are gonna find the safe, know who it belongs to, and know the anniversary date of that person and their partner, and bam be able to enter the safe." I blurt. "Actually a great idea."

I look inside the safe.

"Kill is the only person who knows our anniversary," James points out.

"And if my "mom" was still alive, she would too," I say as I peak my head in the safe.

"You're right.... But do you think it's actually a good idea?" He asks.

"Well, yeah. That way you or I won't forget our anniversary day! It's perfect!" I laugh a bit.

I pick up an item.

"Please don't touch that."

"You don't want me to touch this?" I ask as I bring the vibrator higher. "What are you doing with this? Masturbating?"

"No...."

"Ok, so why don't you want me to touch it?" I put the vibrator back.

"Uhm, no reason." He shrugs.

"I'm fine with you masturbating with it," I truthfully say. "But, you don't have to tell me what you use it for."

I pick up a drawing. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops.

"Oh, you found my art of you.... Before we met...." He looks around awkwardly.

"Dude, I'm so fucking handsome! Like oh my lord, jeez, do you masturbate to this photo? Because I would!" I blurt.

"Maybe...."

"Fuck yeah!" I'm so onboard with this, I don't even know why.

I place the photo down, and look around the safe some more. There's some bottlecaps hanging around, a water gun, more really good drawings of me, and another drawing that catches my eye.

I go to pick it up, but James stops me. "DON'T LOOK AT IT, NO LOOKEY!" He closes the door to the safe.

"Oh, ok." I brush it off, and we make our way back up to the real world.

Except, I don't brush it off. It's still in my mind. I saw a little bit of the drawing, and I already know what it is.

We arrive at the kitchen, and James hands me some dough. "We're making cookies, so feel free to make whatever shape of a cookie you want! These are sugar cookies after all!"

My mind still thinking about the drawing, makes a penis. Great job Lee, such a wonderful cookie, James would eat that. No sarcasm, he'd probably actually would eat it. I would.

I snicker at that thought.

"Oh gosh, what did you make?" James looks over.

"I made a penis," I say as I hold up the cookie.

"Make a few more, you know damn well we're gonna devour those like crazy." He pays me in the back. "Good job."

I make a few more, and make one normal round cookie.

"Really? No fun design!" James asks as he sees my plain cookie.

"It's gonna happen when we decorate them," I giggle.

"Oh, ok, sure then."

Soon, the drawing has left my brain, and I'm just there, singing songs with James, having a great time.

He pop the cookies in the oven, start a timer for twenty minutes, and hug eachother.

"Let's do this again sometime!" James muffles through my back.

"Ok!" I muffled back.

Soon, the cookies are done, and we take them out to cool.

Once their done cooling, we design the cookies. I make the penises hyper realistic the best I could, and that round cookie I made? A penis in a guys mouth. Either me or James, actually hold on. I made it purple by accident.

"Wait, I know who I should give this cookie to! I accidentally made it look like Kill!" I yell, excited.

"Ok, let's go over to their house, and give him the cake and the cookie! It's a great idea!" James dances.

I take the cake out of the fridge, put some in an container for Kill, and put the cake back in the fridge.

I grab the container, and the cookie which is in a plastic bag now, and we leave, giggling our way to Kill's house.