Not Sure If You're A Boy or A Girl~ Reddie

The Surefire Fix for Sprained Ankles and Unwanted Body Parts

Eddie woke up gently, his consciousness coming in steadily like waves hitting rocks on the coast of Maine. Even his head was slowly rising and falling. He looked down realizing the movement could probably be chalked up to Richie's chest. Somehow during the night he must've rested his head there and wrapped his smaller arms around the boys waist. Richie was still sleeping, slightly snoring actually, with one arm around Eddie's neck and the other splayed across the rest of the twin bed. It was Thursday morning 0635 when Eddie gazed at his alarm clock. School would be soon and he assumed his mother would yell up the stairs to make him take his pills beforehand. But Richie was a cute sleeper.
This wasn't a new thought of Eddie's. Every time he'd wake up to find him snoring on the floor he'd think it. To be honest, he missed it. It was nice to have his friend back.
Eddie tried to wake Rich a few times before giving up for the moment. He climbed out of bed stretching along the way. He picked out a Sex Pistols shirt (it had been Ritchie's but he'd given it to Eddie once it became more of a belly shirt on him) and a pair of faded jeans. For the time being, he covered his top with an old flannel fearing his mom would throw a clot over the word sex. Next he combed through his disheveled hair fighting the urge to wash it.
~Too cool for hygiene~
Eddie started to change, figuring Rich was still sleeping. He'd change, wake his friend, go downstairs to see his Mom and then meet Rich up the street for school just like old times.
Richie popped one eye open the other following soon after. Lacking his glasses he could only really see blurry shapes but he heard a heavy sigh leave the younger boy that stood in his line of sight. He stood at the mirror stepping into what he assumed were jeans but really just looked like blue fuzz covering a pale peachy tone. Then the figure removed a grey top revealing a white slender frame growing large towards the chest.
"Get off of me, fuckers. Can't you see your not wanted?" Eddie whispered. His voice broke half way through making Richie's gut sink to his feet. Eddie grabbed his chest trying to push the fat deposits closer to his bones. He smiled until he let go and they bounced back. His shoulders slumped as he put on a sports bra and his shirt. Rich waited until he was fully dressed before he dared to speak.
"Emily," Richie's voice cracked as he stirred in bed. He froze. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep or the shock of seeing Eddie topless but the old name just slipped out, "oh shit Eds I'm sorry.."
Eddie turned away from the mirror where he had been debating whether or not to take a kitchen knife to his breasts. They'd bothered him before Pete did anything but yesterday only amplified his insecurities.He was so distracted he barely even registered Rich called him Emily.
"It's fine," He smiles venturing closer, "I understand it's hard to get used to."
"Thank fuck," Rich mumbled under his breath before addressing him again, "Are you ok? Like other than me being a dumbass?"
Eddie chuckled. It was funny to hear Rich anything less than 100% cocky.
"Yeah, no," he paused, " I don't know."
Richie pulled himself up on the bed, folding his long legs. Eddie climbed back onto the bed as well tucking his knees beneath his chin. He appreciated the warm nest of blankets that were quickly wrapped around his body. Did he have to go to school? It would be so much nicer to just stay here and snuggle.
"Dude, you can tell me. I mean we just shared a bed," he smiled, wiggling his brows, "we can tell each other anything."
Rich had this way of expressing seemingly innocent things as ridiculously sexual. The way his voice rose to imitate a girl while he batted his eyelashes brought a smile to Eddie's face as he gave him a light shove.
"Whatever, Rich."
"Eddie, Eds, Eddie Spaghetti, any name other than fucking Emily," Rich exclaimed trying to make light of his original fuck up, "whatever it is. You can tell me."
Eddie stared down at his chest. Even with the sports bra that was too tight the fucking things jutted out of his body-a dead give away to his sex.
"It's these fucking tits! They're so fucking huge and I hate them! I just want to cut them off. I mean even if I bleed out at least I'd be free of this fucking bullshit. Everyone can tell I'm a girl! I hate it! I hate them so fucking much. I.."
Tears spilled over Eddie's eyes as he buried himself into Richie's chest. He wasn't sure if Rich would shove him off or not but he was so desperate for some kind of contact he took the shot. An arm slid around his waist pulling him closer as the other hand ran through his hair. Even with Rich sleeping in his bed all night the faint smell of cigarettes wafted off the smoker. It was nice.
A few moments went by until Eddie could breath again. He looked into the other boys sleepy eyes. Rich never was a morning person.
"Sorry."
"No reason to be. I'm glad you got it out. But I was wondering, what if we just strapped them down?"
"What, my boobs?"
"Y-Yeah."
"With?"
"I don't know," Rich untangled himself from Eddie to poke around the room looking for some kind of material that would flatten his friends chest. He wandered into the bathroom that branched off the bedroom looking through the draws until he came across a large stockpile of ace bandages, "Eddie, check this out."
"So? If I sprain my ankle I'm prepared. Make fun of me now but-
"No dude, for your chest! Like we wrap it around and it'll hold everything in."
Eddie turned bright pink at the suggestion.
"We?"
"Well uh I mean I don't have to help. I think it might be hard on your own though because they're so..uhm they're pretty large.. maybe we could ask Bev?"
Eddie sighed, he and Bev were close and all but this was really private. The idea of her strapping him down made him uncomfortable. So did the idea of Richie, but less so somehow.
"Wouldn't it make you, like, feel weird?"
Despite all his talk Rich had never actually come in contact with real female breasts. The thought of helping Eds did make his mouth go dry, but if it'd make his friend feel better than it was worth the small shake in his legs.
"Not really, I mean I just want you to be happy, Eds."

**A/N- I'm aware binding with bandages is very dangerous!! These are clueless teens in the early 90s when there was not a lot of info on trans stuff readily available. Please do not bind with ace bandages at home!! If you're curious on binding check this shit out  http://www.idontdoboxes.org/your-friendly-neighborhood-binding-safety-guide/
It's very informative!!