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

Food (Ukraine addition)

James and I, cuddle.

It's early morning, around 5 AM, and the slight breeze of the air conditioner feels great on my soft skin.

"Baby, we should go out and get breakfast," James mutters.

"Soon, baby, soon," I say as I kiss his lips.

"I'm hungry now," he speaks, his voice soft and whispery.

"Ok, let's go," I huff as we disconnect our bodies from our cuddle.

I slide on my red converse, and James puts on my pink converse.

I smile, and walk over to him.

I wrap my hands around his waist, and kiss his cheek.

His hands travel to mine, and he grabs them.

He moves my hands to his head.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I ask.

"Shhhh," he silences me.

He grabs my left hand, and wraps in around his waist.

He brings me closer. My head is in his shoulder, as he wraps both of my arms around him.

I'm allowing him to make these decisions, although it seems we're back at where we started, except for the fact my head is in his shoulder.

"Pick me up," James orders.

I pick James up.

"Do whatever you want," James says as he winks me.

I take us to the bathroom, and tell James to grab his cologne and spray it on both of us.

I want to smell like him. His sweet, cool, cologne, his distinctive scent.

"Want my sweater?" James asks, his sweater in hand.

The sweater he always wears when it's not hot as balls outside.

I nod my head as I place him down.

He puts the sweater on me, and I feel instant relief. His scent is beautiful, making me feel safe and cozy.

I pick him up again, and take us outside our hotel room.

We enter the elevator.

I look down at James' face.

His pretty, handsome, beautiful, cute, face. I start kissing him like crazy.

I miss his cheek, and it lands on his lips.

He endures in it, and kisses harder, but soft, if y'know what I mean.

The elevator stops, and we walk into the hotel check in area.

I take James to the outside world.

We walk around, I still holding James, trying to find a place that's even open to eat at.

Soon, we find a place, nearly two hours later.

We walk in.

"Привіт вам двом, що я можу вам подарувати?" The cashier asks.

This is what I could understand, "hello dhjs what sjsj you?"

"картопляні вареники, будь ласка?" James asks.

Potato dumplings? Hmm, sounds delicious.

"ваша сума 205,59 грн," the cashier says.

James hands them the money.

"Хороший день!" James waves goodbye after they hand him the food.

They wave back.

"Oh, phew, I thought I was gonna mess up, for sure." James gasps.

I'm still holding him as we walk to find a table to eat these potato dumplings, which by the way sound delicious.

We find a table and I sit James down onto a seat. I sit next to him.

We dig in.

As soon as the first dumpling entered my mouth, a soft moan escaped. Not a sexual moan, but moan of, "holy shit this is delicious."

"So eone likes them!" James smiles. "Taste like sex..."

"Whatever you say," I laugh.

"I was only joking, sex, with you, is better than anything in the world. These dumplings though, they come in at a close second!"

"Your personality is better than anything in the world, and these dumplings come In at a close third place, with sex with you really close to first place at second place," I say through a smile.

Those words, I could barely understand what I had said, but James nodded in agreement.

"Actually, yeah, the way you put it is way better than the way I put it. So, same here!" James giggles a little.

"You're the only one that can make me moan as much as you do, meaning that sexually," I tell James.

"That's because you love my personality, and I'm just simply better than everyone else!" James has a big grin on his face. "and, thank you!"

"You're welcome!"