dice's race transition

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dice arisugawa, some homeless freak with a gambling addiction is currently living with his friend, gentaro yumeno, a famous writer somehow. is he technically homeless then? no, but he has no home he bought with his own money so he's homeless. anyway, dice was sitting in the main room with gentaro writing some dumb fanfiction probably. it was so quiet except for the noises of pen on paper, this was absolutely driving dice mad. he got his phone out and went onto the tumblr.com app, a family site of course.

gentaro is still writing because he is not important to this story.

dice saw one of the trending tags was "race transition," this sparked his interest as it should since this is what this will be all about and imagine if you were some homeless guy that never heard of that before. lol.

he scrolled through the posts and looked at some the pictures of people successfully transitioning and sharing their stories of race dysphoria and how they dealt with it. yknow, that shit.

dice upon seeing this had a twinge of some feeling he never knew he had just like many other people. they have feelings they didn't know they could experience like love or happiness, depressed people am i right?

he stood up and walked behind gentaro, who was still writing. "gentaro, I'm going out i need some money." Gentaro put the finishing touches on the paragraph he was writing and looked up at dice. "yeah? i dont care, I'm not coming with you." they stared at each other for a bit until gentaro chimed in again, "just kidding! i know you're still broke, and you owe me rent so I'm not letting you leave alone." Dice had to resist kicking him because if he did God wouldn't like that and he's a holy man. "okay, get the money we're going to CVS and a tanning salon." "...okay."

"I'd like two big macs, a 20 piece mcnugget and uhhhhh-"

"sir this is a tanning salon."

"oh yeah... what's the recommended amount of time in of the booths with the lights?" Dice asked the lady at the counter. "12 minutes is the maximum and if you do the special we have going on you can get some lotion that helps the tan appear darker!" He had no clue what the lady just said, he zoned out trying to figure out why it wouldn't be like 10 minutes or 15. Although he didn't hear what she said he agreed since it's not his money and now he's in a booth naked. Did he enjoy this? No, not really, but he liked it more than the smell of his skin burning.

Dice had his homeless clothes back on and now he was in CVS with Gentaro, who was looking at the pencils and pens. He was grabbing all of the foundation that'd give him a complexion similar to someone thats hispanic amd went over to Gentaro to beg him to pay for all of it so he could start his transition.

"Gentaro, I'm ready for you to pay." Dice said as foundation was falling out of his arms. "Okay, but why do you need all of that it doesn't even match your tone and you've only tanned once today." Both stood in the CVS staring at each other with the shitty quiet pop music playing throughout the store. ".......I-I'll tell you when we get home! Okay?" Gentaro crossed his arms and sighed like he was a white mom that was tolerating their kid. "Fine, this better not be a dumb reason or phase."

They're home and Dice is slathering his body in foundation in the bathroom. Gentaro was outside so he couldn't get his old man clothes dirty and so he could finally know why he bought a tanning session and at most 20 bottles of foundation. "Dice, I think you should tell me why I bought all of that for you now." Dice was grunting as he was trying to slap foundation on his back where he couldn't reach and gave up eventually. "Yeah. Okay yeah. Yeah. I'm race transitioning, Gentaro. This is who I am and if you're going to judge me.... well, I dont know what I'll do really. Maybe I'll attack you like a wild dog or rip your skin off." Gentaro looked at Dice like he was a freak because he is one. "Dice, I can't fucking do this anymore. I can't fucking take it. I'm at my limit. I want to break up with you and I want you out of my house now." Gentaro walked away to grab Dice's three belongings and threw them in the street. Dice ran out of the bathroom to try to stop him from making any bad decisions even though he didn't realize that transitioning from japanese to hispanic was a good reason to kick someone out. "GENTARO STOP PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS WE WEREN'T EVEN DATING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!" Gentaro looked at Dice who was fucking moist why was he wet what the fuck. "Dice, you fucking idiot, you absolute fucking dumbass. We've been on several dates, we have talked about our future together, we kissed in a fucking mcdonalds on several occasions. Are you telling me all those times you said 'I love you' to me was a fucking lie?" Apparently the reason why Dice was wet was because he was crying. "I'm SORRY! Okay? Are you happy? I'm sorry!!! I have memory | || || |_." Gentaro was going to throw Dice with pure rage before but now that he heard what his former matesprite said he was feeling like a soft boy.

"Wait really? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you have memory loss."

"Oh yeah that. I just forgot to tell you. Will you get back with me now?"

Gentaro pondered on this thought for a few seconds after realizing he has no standards because he's gay and that means he likes men. What a faggot that's gross.

"Dice, instead of just dating you," he got down on one knee and pulled a plastic ring from one of those like gumball machines, "will you marry me?" Dice gasped and nodded then put the ring on the wrong hand he's new to this give him a break. "Now will you wash off that foundation and not be such a fucking freak? for me at least?" He stared at Gentaro for a second and ran to the bathroom to cleanse himself of his sins.