I want you,but...

Promises

Marcel and Scotty have been dating for a while now. Three months to be exact and Marcel has noticed things about his girlfriend. That are abnormal. Don't get him wrong he loves her it's just that he never met a girl who was bosser than him at sports, video games and plain old guy stuff. She even knew the correct way to watch his favorite basketball game. She was extremely into fitness and protein shit. Which is cool but why did his girlfriend have abs, tattoos in places girls normally don't get tattoos. She loves hard liquor and her laugh his deep and smooth like Marcel's sex voice. Just what.

Marcel's pov
"Bae....OH" I moaned as Scotty ran her hand over my groin. I intertwined my fingers in hers and and kissed her ear. "Marrrrr" she purred. She nudged my bulge and I mewled. "Why are so good at that" I asked bit thinking. She tensed but continued kissing me. I laid her back onto the bed and he wrapped her arms around my neck with extreme force. Her tiny but strong biceps against my neck. "Oh you are so beautiful...gorgeous and straight up sexy....the perfect woman" I said and she pulled back shoving me off. "Babe what's wrong" I asked confused. She had tears in her eyes and looked like she had been shot.

Scotty's pov
"Perfect woman" as soon as I heard him say that it all fell apart.

Flashback (age 13)
"I'm so proud of you son" my father said. I had just won my 5th parkour tournament in a row. "Thank dad" I mumbled. I didn't care about my gold, one of the reason I stuck around was because my coach was hot. Yeah I'm gay. But the thing is I hate..HATE being a boy. I love it when my skin is super soft, my nails perfectly trimmed, my hair when it smells sweet, I love the feeling of make up. And the way a skirt feels on me. But I was born a boy. I know my dad wouldn't love me any less but how can I tell him about the sex change. He could easily afford it. Being an executive developer at Google and all but I'm just scared. I'm scared that no one could love someone who didn't love themselves.
(Age 15)
So I put on a face. I worked out a lot. Biceps, abs, v-line you name it. I slicked my hair up ignoring my natural messy fluff, I got tattoos in the typical guy places. A crown on my lower abdomen, a bunch of stars on my forearm and quotes on my side. But, one day I got a call. It was my dad's friend Dr.Yates. My dad was sick. Like really sick. I raced back to Florida and my dad told me something that changed my life forever. "Scotty.. Scott son listen". What he whispered in my ear was the best thing ever.

Scotty's pov
"Scott baby please can we just talk" Marcel asked from outside the door. I wiped my tear and fixed my crop top. I opened the door "Marcel I've been hiding something from you". He engulfed me in a hug. "I don't care I just want to be with you forever. I hate when you cry, or you get mad. I love your smile. And your deep throaty chuckle". I pushed away "it's about the deep throaty chuckle....I'm not a normal girl" he interrupted me. "I'm not a normal guy". "Shut up...I'm not normal. I'm like you." I stated at him. "Like me-how" he questioned. I closed my eyes and spoke. "Hi I'm Scotty". Marcel's eyes widened into saucers.