I Swear. It Was Me

3. Jack With A Rack

I looked up at the asswipe who had pulled down my binder, wondering what he had seen. From the look on his face, he had seen, and he wasn't sure what to think about it. I turned around and fixed my binder over my chest. 'God damn it.' I thought. What was I supposed to do. I could tell that he hadn't left yet, because I would have heard his footsteps. Straightening myself up, I cleared my throat and turned around to face him again. His mouth was open and his eye were looking at my chest. "Okay, you get it, I've got boobs." I said my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. "Now leave."

"B-but h-"

"Does it matter how? Just get out of my damn apartment!" I pointed at the door.

"Y-you are a girl?" He asked finally looking from my chest to my face. Scanning my feminine features quite obviously, he looked away from my face and down to my boxers, which as you could guess, were not very feminine. "But you have a d-" The man stopped blushing.

"A dick?" I chuckled more for the fact that it was hardly considered a dick, but e doesn't need ot know that"Yes, sweetie, I'm a chick with a dick." I said and then stopped. "Well, rather, I am a jack with a rack." In my head I scoffed at myself. 'Or you're a mistake.'

"Wait, so you're a g-guy?" He said confused.

"I have boobs.... I look like a girl..... But I have a dick..... I am a male." I said slowly. Trying to spell everything out for the daft brick wall in front of me, and trying to convince my innervoice the same thing.

"But."

"Oh for god's sake!" I said throwing my hands up in the air. "Do I need to show you in order to convince you?"

The officer's face paled and his eyes went wide. "N-no! I th-think I get it." He scratched the back of his head and looked down at the floor. I smiled a bit at how the nervous habit he had didn't fit his 6'2 muscular body. His feet shuffled on the floor. "W-well, sir, um. Pl-please make sure to keep the music down and uh, have a good day." He looked up at me and extended his hand awkwardly.

I looked at his hand and then to his blushing face. 'He needs to stop doing that. He doesn't look cute when he blushes.' I thought still staring at his face. I looked back down to his hand and decided to screw with him a bit. I grabbed his hand which was, much bigger than my own smaller one.

"Yeah." I smiled and looked up at him. I continued to hold his hand and walked slowly toward him. I stood on my tiptoes and looked into his eyes. 'Damn those blue orbs could swallow me whole.' I thought. I continued to looked into his eyes and he scanned my face, his lips slightly parted. I don't know what came over me but I leaned up a little bit more, and pressed my lips to his. I felt his hand clench and absentmindedly I moved my body closer to his and rested my free hand on his neck. He didn't move his lips against mine, and neither did I, we just stood there in a very intimate position.

'Wait!' I shouted in my mind. 'What are you doing?!' I let go of his neck and hand and pushed away from him. I wiped my mouth and looked up at his shocked face. I felt a blush come to my face and I turned away from him. "H-have a nice day." I said and cursed myself for stuttering. For awhile the officer stood there. I could tell he wasn't moving because I didn't hear footsteps. After what seem like hours of awkward silence, I heard his footsteps retreat from me and the door slam shut.

I didn't move in the silence that had captured my apartment. 'Why would I do that?' I moved my hands to my mouth and ran my fingers lightly across my lips. I had kissed him. He didn't kiss back. Does that mean he doesn't like me? 'Why would you want him to like you? You don't even like him!' But what if I do. But why would I? We don't even know each other. 'It's got to be his face.' I reasoned. I mean, who wouldn't like his face? Sparkling blue eyes, dusty blonde hair, strong jawline, and most importantly full hairline. I don't like my men bald, thank you very much. 'But he's not your man. Do you even know his name?' Fuck, I don't. I looked around my apartment and saw the ruined picture, which I was supposed to sell for money for the next month. But apparently not anymore. Sighing I set it down and my mind went back to the man who once stood in this room.

'The only reason that you kissed him is because he has a nice face.'  But in my line of work, there is a lot of nice faces, and I've only ever kissed this one. 'For God's sake stop thinking about him.' I shook my head once more and started to pack my backpack full of things I would need for tonight. I was going on another wall hunt, and if everything goes well, I might even begin to paint. Hopefully, that would improve my mood and get Officer Hottie off my mind.

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*claps hands* yea!! Another chapter done! Surprise surprise. I'm trying to update once or twice a week. How'd you like this, I needed something to happen after he pulled down the binder. 

My poor son has no clue what to think about "Officer Hottie".  xD Neither do I really. We are both new to this my son *huggles* We'll work through it together

I have really no clue how being intersex works, I did some research, but I feel like I'd need to live it in order to completely understand. What do you guys think will happen next chapter?! I'm so excited to write it. Everything I write seems to have it's own mind, so I don't really know what will happen next. Next chapter is as much of a surprise to me as it is to you.

Feel free to Read, Enjoy, and Criticize :)

Sincerely,

                    Your Dearest, Yu