A/N. Hey. My friend and I are having a lot of fun writing this for you. We've come with ship names! If you ship Teresa (the main character) and Lia (her betrothed) their ship name is Louisa. More to come later. Love, Mia
Chapter 4
The next morning I left Lia sleeping in bed to walk the woods beside the village. I didn’t have any clothes other than the dress I had worn the day before. It would have to do. When I reached the edge the trees loomed over me, and I could see my shadow on the ground. I slipped into the woods soundlessly, blending in as best I could in my white betrothal dress. And then I saw her. She was hunched over something. When I got closer I could hear her muttering to herself. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She had a very large frame. “Are you alright?”
She jumped, and turned towards me. She had the body of a three year old, but slightly more bulky. She wasn’t short, but had no curves. Her chest was flat and she lacked hips. She wouldn’t stop looking at me. The she spoke. “What’s wrong with your chest?”
“Nothing. What’s wrong with yours?”
“My chest is normal not yours. Did you get stung by a bee?”
“No! Did you forget to go through puberty?”
“No!!! And I’m sure my balls are about twice as big as yours.”
“What do you mean? Do you have bouncy balls with you?”
“Says the human with balls of flesh attached to his upper torso. Of course I don’t! What could you use to ravish your partner instead?”
“My vagina you asshole!”
“Your vagina? What’s a vagina?”
“The place you use to pee?”
“That’s called the penis. Is yours deformed or something?”
“No! I have a freakin’ vagina! Is yours deformed?”
“No! My penis is in perfectly good shape. Unlike yours apparently.”
“For the last time, I HAVE A VAGINA!!!!!”
“And for the last time, WHAT’S A VAGINA?!?!”
“THE HOLE YOU USE TO PEE!”
“You have a hole?”
“Of course. Everyone does. This just proves that you’re the deformed one.”
“No I’m NOT!!!”
“Tell you what. Why don’t we pull our pants down and compare?”
“You’re wearing a KILT!”
“It’s a dress, not a kilt!”
“Fine, let’s just compare.”
She pulled down her pants and underwear, and I pulled up my skirt. And there it was. A great, fleshy rod with a mass of black pubic hair above it. Well, what do you know? He does have a rod.
“Oh. You weren’t lying.”
“You thought I was lying!” I yelled. She was really testing my patience, not to mention that horrible thing. “Pull your pants up, I don’t want to look at it.”
“Only if you pull down your kilt.”
“It’s a given!”
We returned our clothing to their normal states.
“It’s a bit strange isn’t it? You have a hole and I have a rod. Maybe the rods meant to go the in the hole or something?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so though. Holes go on holes.”
“But partners use each others holes.”
“I thought you didn’t have a hole.”
“The poo hole.”
“Oh. I have that. Maybe you’re not completely deformed.”
“I was never deformed in the first place. Everyone’s like this.”
“Well then there’s some weird disease in your village.”
“I was born like this. Your village is the one with the disease.”
“No yours is.”
“No yours is.”
“Let’s just agree they’re different.”
“But why?” she asked.
“Because that’s how life works, I don’t know.”
“Wait are you a woman?”
“Yes, of course I’m a woman you idiot. What else would I be? A boat?”
“Come with me.”
“No way. I’m not visiting the deformities.”
“We’re not derformed! We’re just… different.”
“Well, whatever. Leave your deformities out here. I’m going home.”
“What?”
“Just stay in the forest. We don’t need you.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home,” I was walking away now, “And don’t follow me.”
She was crazy. As well as being deformed. No way was I taking her back to the village.
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The One Who Wasn't A Girl (Discontinued)
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