Okay, uh, this is my first fic so, be gentle please. It's about Todd and how he feels he should have been born a woman. This is m/m, so in other words, it will involve gay relationships, so if you don't like that, leave. This first chapter is short cause I don't really know if anyone will be interested in a story like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did, I would use them to my advantage.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wished you were different? Have you stared at your reflection, right in the eyes, and wished you were thinner? Have you ever wanted to be taller, or smarter, or better looking? What about your gender, does the way you were born please you? Have you ever felt that life might be easier being born the opposite of how you were? Many people do, and some go so far as to change it.
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Todd stared transfixed at his reflection as he stood naked in front of a full-length mirror mounted on the door in his bedroom. He looked down at the piece of flesh dangling between his legs and closed his eyes, imagining his body without the appendage. His mental eyes roamed the picture within his head, his mind changing his penis into the female counterpart and adding two plump breasts. He liked the way it looked, the face in his mind reflecting the expression on his face, a smile. But opening his eyes revealed his body to be much the same as it had been before, if not a bit, ahem, longer, his fantasies causing him pleasure.
"Sick fuckin' freak," he spat at his reflection.
Out of the corner of his eye, Todd spotted the knob on the door twist quickly and his door began to be pushed open. His arm shot out and the door was pushed back shut and, leaning against it, barring it from being pushed back open.
"What the..." he heard the door opener say in surprise. It was Fred. The Blob. The fatso. The dumbfuck. His friend.
"Uh, I'm not dressed, man," Todd said through the door, "what do you want?"
"I just came up to tell you that I made some food," Fred's deep voice boomed through the wood of the door and into Todd's ears, he was yelling as if the two inches of hollow wood between them would be able to muffle his voice.
"Yeah, thanks, I'll come down later," was Todd's reply. Still leaning against the door, he slid down the slightly rough surface until he was seated on the ground.
There was silence from the hallway and Todd thought that perhaps Fred had left, although he had not heard the large mutant leaving, so he came to the conclusion that Fred was still outside, and after a moment was proved right.
"Todd," Fred said quietly, no longer shouting, "are you okay, man? All you do is sit in that room, and... I guess I'm just worried about you."
"You guess?" Todd flung at the door, "I'm sorry you have to feel something close to emotions."
Todd took a deep breath and waited for Fred to reply. He felt bad for yelling at Freddy, Fred was probably the only person here who was even slightly nice to Todd. Sure, nobody in the boarding house, if you could call it that, really hated him, but their words stung him like the bees he was allergic to. He knew he was slimy, in both the literal and metaphorical sense, he knew he was odd, both looking and in his mannerisms. His hair was greasy, he was pale, and let's face it, ugly. Todd had accepted that long, long ago. But the beautiful thing was that he didn't have to be. There were ways to change his body. He could look good, pretty even. Maybe if he wasn't liked for the way he looked he could be a slut, and liked for what he had, he could be something to fuck. Being used was better than being despised.
Todd realized suddenly that he had started crying. His tears felt like lava as they splashed a trail down his face, smearing the mascara he had applied, an effort to make him look, if only slightly, better. He let out a sob and wiped his nose. Fred, who had still been just outside his door, left as he heard Todd crying. Probably in embarrassment of not knowing what to do.
"What a dick," Todd said through his sobs, "no emotion." He looked down at his sex again, and with little effort, tucked it between his legs clasping his knees together so that all he could see was his neatly trimmed pubic hair, in the shape of an upside down triangle. He admired his handiwork for a moment before standing up and moving across the small room to his bed. He fished through the tangled sheets and found the black laced bra he had stolen from Wanda's room some time earlier in the day. He pulled it across his chest and clasped it in the back. Letting go of it, he moved across the room to his dresser, the bra slipping down to his waist from the lack of breasts keeping it in place. He opened his sock drawer and, rolling a few pairs together, pulled the bra back up and stuffed a roll into each of the cups. He pulled the bra up a little higher and pushed his dick under himself once again. Crossing the room once more to stand in front of the ever judging mirror, he felt incredibly sexy looking at his new features. Grabbing a tube of lipstick, he applied it liberally with unpracticed haste.
"I'm beautiful," he said into the mirror. In only a moment though, he began feeling guilty. After a struggle with the clasp on the back, feeling like a horny freshman practicing for a date with an older woman, Todd threw off the bra and released his sex from the confines of his legs. "You were born this way for a reason," he said slowly, repeating it over and over, "you were born this way for a reason." He wiped at his lips roughly with a tissue, smearing more lipstick than he removed.
In sheer disgust he hid the bra away under his mattress and flicked the light switch to off. The glow from a streetlight outside his window permeated the darkness, causing the room to shine slightly orange, it was the reason Todd had been stuck with this room, no one else wanted it. Truth be known, Todd had once resided in the room Pietro now occupied, until he was kicked out by the white-haired mutant. The light helped Todd to locate his discarded boxers and slip back into them. He threw himself onto his bed and pushed the sheets that had been twisted and tangled away from his body.
If there was one time that Todd truly hated, it was the time between first laying down to sleep, and the actual sleep itself. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think. The same thoughts that always occurred during this time and had been for awhile were now occurring to Todd once again. He had tried to hide it from himself, but lately it was becoming harder. He now knew that his mental gender and his physical gender did not match, and being only sixteen and coming to this realization was not something Todd felt he could deal with. But what to do: should he tell someone? They would just be disgusted. Wouldn't they? A voice suddenly broke into his thoughts.
"Hey Todd?" Wanda's voice sounded out in the hall, she seemed slightly annoyed.
Todd turned his body to face the door, but did not reply.
"You... you didn't go through my things did you?" She said slowly, her voice now unsure, as if scared to hear the answer.
A vision of the black bra curled in a heap under his mattress and the various items of makeup around the room popped into Todd's head.
"Why would I do that?" Todd asked, trying to sound as if he really didn't know.
Pause for a moment.
"So you didn't?"
Another pause.
"No."
Todd heard Wanda walk away from his door and he rolled so that he was again on his back, placing his arms behind his head. Ten minutes and too much thinking later Todd's breathing finally slowed and he fell into sleep, a light snore released from his mouth on every other breath.
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did, I would use them to my advantage.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wished you were different? Have you stared at your reflection, right in the eyes, and wished you were thinner? Have you ever wanted to be taller, or smarter, or better looking? What about your gender, does the way you were born please you? Have you ever felt that life might be easier being born the opposite of how you were? Many people do, and some go so far as to change it.
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Todd stared transfixed at his reflection as he stood naked in front of a full-length mirror mounted on the door in his bedroom. He looked down at the piece of flesh dangling between his legs and closed his eyes, imagining his body without the appendage. His mental eyes roamed the picture within his head, his mind changing his penis into the female counterpart and adding two plump breasts. He liked the way it looked, the face in his mind reflecting the expression on his face, a smile. But opening his eyes revealed his body to be much the same as it had been before, if not a bit, ahem, longer, his fantasies causing him pleasure.
"Sick fuckin' freak," he spat at his reflection.
Out of the corner of his eye, Todd spotted the knob on the door twist quickly and his door began to be pushed open. His arm shot out and the door was pushed back shut and, leaning against it, barring it from being pushed back open.
"What the..." he heard the door opener say in surprise. It was Fred. The Blob. The fatso. The dumbfuck. His friend.
"Uh, I'm not dressed, man," Todd said through the door, "what do you want?"
"I just came up to tell you that I made some food," Fred's deep voice boomed through the wood of the door and into Todd's ears, he was yelling as if the two inches of hollow wood between them would be able to muffle his voice.
"Yeah, thanks, I'll come down later," was Todd's reply. Still leaning against the door, he slid down the slightly rough surface until he was seated on the ground.
There was silence from the hallway and Todd thought that perhaps Fred had left, although he had not heard the large mutant leaving, so he came to the conclusion that Fred was still outside, and after a moment was proved right.
"Todd," Fred said quietly, no longer shouting, "are you okay, man? All you do is sit in that room, and... I guess I'm just worried about you."
"You guess?" Todd flung at the door, "I'm sorry you have to feel something close to emotions."
Todd took a deep breath and waited for Fred to reply. He felt bad for yelling at Freddy, Fred was probably the only person here who was even slightly nice to Todd. Sure, nobody in the boarding house, if you could call it that, really hated him, but their words stung him like the bees he was allergic to. He knew he was slimy, in both the literal and metaphorical sense, he knew he was odd, both looking and in his mannerisms. His hair was greasy, he was pale, and let's face it, ugly. Todd had accepted that long, long ago. But the beautiful thing was that he didn't have to be. There were ways to change his body. He could look good, pretty even. Maybe if he wasn't liked for the way he looked he could be a slut, and liked for what he had, he could be something to fuck. Being used was better than being despised.
Todd realized suddenly that he had started crying. His tears felt like lava as they splashed a trail down his face, smearing the mascara he had applied, an effort to make him look, if only slightly, better. He let out a sob and wiped his nose. Fred, who had still been just outside his door, left as he heard Todd crying. Probably in embarrassment of not knowing what to do.
"What a dick," Todd said through his sobs, "no emotion." He looked down at his sex again, and with little effort, tucked it between his legs clasping his knees together so that all he could see was his neatly trimmed pubic hair, in the shape of an upside down triangle. He admired his handiwork for a moment before standing up and moving across the small room to his bed. He fished through the tangled sheets and found the black laced bra he had stolen from Wanda's room some time earlier in the day. He pulled it across his chest and clasped it in the back. Letting go of it, he moved across the room to his dresser, the bra slipping down to his waist from the lack of breasts keeping it in place. He opened his sock drawer and, rolling a few pairs together, pulled the bra back up and stuffed a roll into each of the cups. He pulled the bra up a little higher and pushed his dick under himself once again. Crossing the room once more to stand in front of the ever judging mirror, he felt incredibly sexy looking at his new features. Grabbing a tube of lipstick, he applied it liberally with unpracticed haste.
"I'm beautiful," he said into the mirror. In only a moment though, he began feeling guilty. After a struggle with the clasp on the back, feeling like a horny freshman practicing for a date with an older woman, Todd threw off the bra and released his sex from the confines of his legs. "You were born this way for a reason," he said slowly, repeating it over and over, "you were born this way for a reason." He wiped at his lips roughly with a tissue, smearing more lipstick than he removed.
In sheer disgust he hid the bra away under his mattress and flicked the light switch to off. The glow from a streetlight outside his window permeated the darkness, causing the room to shine slightly orange, it was the reason Todd had been stuck with this room, no one else wanted it. Truth be known, Todd had once resided in the room Pietro now occupied, until he was kicked out by the white-haired mutant. The light helped Todd to locate his discarded boxers and slip back into them. He threw himself onto his bed and pushed the sheets that had been twisted and tangled away from his body.
If there was one time that Todd truly hated, it was the time between first laying down to sleep, and the actual sleep itself. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think. The same thoughts that always occurred during this time and had been for awhile were now occurring to Todd once again. He had tried to hide it from himself, but lately it was becoming harder. He now knew that his mental gender and his physical gender did not match, and being only sixteen and coming to this realization was not something Todd felt he could deal with. But what to do: should he tell someone? They would just be disgusted. Wouldn't they? A voice suddenly broke into his thoughts.
"Hey Todd?" Wanda's voice sounded out in the hall, she seemed slightly annoyed.
Todd turned his body to face the door, but did not reply.
"You... you didn't go through my things did you?" She said slowly, her voice now unsure, as if scared to hear the answer.
A vision of the black bra curled in a heap under his mattress and the various items of makeup around the room popped into Todd's head.
"Why would I do that?" Todd asked, trying to sound as if he really didn't know.
Pause for a moment.
"So you didn't?"
Another pause.
"No."
Todd heard Wanda walk away from his door and he rolled so that he was again on his back, placing his arms behind his head. Ten minutes and too much thinking later Todd's breathing finally slowed and he fell into sleep, a light snore released from his mouth on every other breath.
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