I'm disappointed at the lack of trans Invader Zim fanfiction so I elected to fix that.

Warning for explicit content


It was sweltering in Dib's room and he couldn't focus on much of anything while he lied in bed and rubbed his eyes. It was a pretty long and tiring day and Dib was suffering from a particularly painful headache. He had to chase Zim all around the halls of the school to try and prevent a new evil plan that Zim had concocted, which involved Bee's and a jar of mayonnaise. The plan overall was stupid, and Dib knew even without intervening, it would have failed. But it was either chase Zim around the school or be subjected to his teacher's severely outdated and inaccurate version of American history. He had hoped that once he had survived middle school, the prospects of being enrolled into all AP classes in high school would prove challenging. He was vastly disappointed.

Normally, after such a tiring day he'd take a short nap and then go downstairs and have a better lunch then the one that was served at school, and then do his homework, but his headache was starting to sting and he felt his whole body tense up from overworking his muscles. And usually, when this happened, there was only one way to relieve that tension. It wasn't something he particularly liked doing, until he actually started to do it. It was the moments before and usually after that filled him with disgust. Nevertheless, he knew that his headache wasn't going anywhere and he wouldn't be able to drift off into a nap unless he got a move on. So he got up, walked to his door, and proceeded to lock it. Dib then started to unbuckle his jeans, kicking them off, then sliding out of his t-shirt. Once that was off, he started to unclasp the binder around his chest, and then breathing a sigh of relief when it was off. Avoiding his bedroom mirror so we wouldn't have to look at his bare chest, he went over to his computer and turned on some music for him to listen to while he got down to it.

Dib lied back down in his bed, clad in only his boxers, and feeling the cool sheets under his skin, and simply breathed in and out, trying to get himself to relax. It was at the end of the day, after wearing his binder for seven hours, that he felt comfortable and calm. As long as he didn't look down at his chest, Dib felt perfectly content. Then, ever so slowly, he slid a tentative hand down to his legs and played with the skin just under his belly. He petted and stroked the skin, enjoying the sensation that was brought on by the soft touch. The skin above his legs was always particularly sensitive, and it was something he enjoyed immensely. Dib felt himself beginning to relax, and then when he realized he was starting to form a wetness between his thighs, that he started to move on. His hands dipped under the elastic band of the boxers but he didn't bother to pull them down. It was better like this. Even if he did brave a glance down at his body, seeing his small breasts was infinitely better than seeing what was under his boxers. Dib finally, very slowly, started to rub his fingertips on his small cock. He refused to call it anything else, once he knew the words, and with the touch, he shuddered. Once he was in the mood, he ached for the touches of his nimble hands.

He swirled his fingers around the tiny head, and finally he could feel it, engorged with blood, popping out of its little hood. He slowed his touches, using just one finger to circle it, around and around. Dib keened, biting his lip, panting harshly. It felt so, so good. He loved touching his little sensitive cock, loved the way it made him feel, loved the way that the heat and the ache would start to pool in his lower body. He could feel the sensations start to spread throughout his entire body and he threw his head back against the pillows, biting his lip so he wouldn't release a moan. Gaz was done stairs and he would be mortified if she could hear him and figure out what he was doing.

Dib continued that way for a while. Just slow, circular motions on his little cock, enjoying the shocks and tingles in his spine when he would rub in just the right spot. He started to spread his legs, fully aware of how completely wet he was. Dib knew he was completely soaked and horny, but didn't dare let his fingers fall down any lower to his front hole. He had tried it once, just once, when he was younger. He hated it.

After continuing this way for a while, Dib noticed that the music that was playing softly on his computer started to pick up the tempo, so he started moving his hand to match the beats. Just a little faster, and Dib groaned, and panted. He felt delicious, and warm, and heavenly. He couldn't describe how good his little cock made him feel, even if it wasn't like the others he had seen, online and in books. It knew how to make him feel good, even if it wasn't what he wanted. After he swirled his hands faster, his fingers caught some of the wetness that was leaking out of him, and it made rubbing his cock easier and slicker and faster. The tempo increased and so did Dib's movements, until he was rocking his hips into his hands, swiveling himself on his fingertips and pressing down harder and harder, and it was building, and building, until-

Dib's free hand grasped at the sheets underneath his body as he tensed all at once and came. The orgasm swept all through him and Dib let out a soft, high pitched chirp, still inaudible enough that no one would hear. Once the waves left him, Dib groaned again. He could feel that his body wasn't sated, so he began the motions again, except this time, his entire fingers were coated in slick and his cock was now fully jutting out from its hood, eager and waiting for his touch. Dib moved his legs up closer to his butt, lifting his hips slightly so he could press himself firmer onto his hands. He knew from experience, that his second orgasms would take longer to reach. He knew he shouldn't rush to it, that it would come in time, but he craved it now. He felt empty without that sweet release.

Dib didn't bother with slow motions this time, and instead rocked his hips into his entire hand, letting his mouth fall open and gasping out, quiet, desperate sighs. He moved his one hand up to his pillow, and he turned and pressed his face into it. He wanted it so bad, wanted that build and that release and the drop. He was crying now, face pressed against his bed, going out of his mind with lust. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall. The touches were so good and he felt the build, taking him higher and higher, but no matter what he did, he couldn't make himself come. He panted harder, scared, mind gone, that he was going to be taken to the top of his pleasure but with no release. He wanted it so bad. He wanted to come. He felt his butt rise and fall, up and down his mattress, hips simply rutting into his fingers now, animalistic and wild.

Dib knew what he had to do. When he was doing this, when his body just couldn't cooperate with what he wanted, there was only one way to make it release.

With his eyes still closed, Dib thought about the one thing that made him feel fire his belly and burning in his heart. Green skin, red eyes, cruel laugh, he brought up images of his arch enemy in his mind's eye. Before, he would have to pull up photographs, but, to his great eternal shame, he had done that so often he didn't need photos anymore. His brain could recall every last detail of the small alien, right from the bottom of his feet to the tip of his antennae. Dib had a reoccurring fantasy, and he knew it was something he absolutely didn't want in real life, something he never wanted to actually happen, but it was a fantasy and it was what got him off, so he let it play out in his mind.

He could imagine Zim here, in his bedroom, staring at him. Watching him touching himself, desperate, in tears, rocking into his slim fingers and gasping and begging. In the fantasy, there was no one at home, so he allowed himself to be as loud as he wanted.

"Zim please," he imagined himself saying, "Please help me."

In his fantasy, Zim didn't talk much, he only responded with a , "Of course Dib," before walking over and moving Dib's hands out of the way. Dib knew, realistically, Zim would have no idea what to do and he'd probably run his mouth with all sorts of questions about the human body and would also probably insult him and make disparaging comments about how disgusting his body was, but in Dib's fantasy, Zim would know exactly what to do and would follow through with Dib's every need without asking what he wanted. Zim would just know.

He imagined gloved fingers dipping between his thighs, only moving the elastic as far as it was necessary, before he started to jerk Dib off. The touches would be nice and sweet, just the right amount of pressure and speed. Dib's legs would fall open and his thighs would shake, and then Zim would grab one of his pale legs to move it up onto his shoulder, pulling Dib's bottom flush against Zim's hips. Zim would love it. Zim would love looking down at Dib this way, loving the fact that he got to jerk Dib off, would love the way Dib's chest would rise and fall and his hips would bounce and he would especially love how Dib felt in his hands.

"Ohhhh god!" Dib would shriek, "Oh god oh god please oh yessss~"

Zim would only hum in response, pleased, with a sly smile dancing across his lips. He would lean down, avoiding Dib's breasts, kissing at his sternum and his neck.

"My handsome human," Zim would coo, "My handsome Dib. Do you like it?"

"Yes!" Dib howled, "You feel so good! You feel so goo~ood," Dib's mouth fell open and he rocked himself faster, "Your hands, I love your hands. Oh god let me come on your hands!"

"Yesssss," Zim would hiss, pressing his fingers harder on Dib's small cock, "You're almost there aren't you?"

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!" Dib shouted, couldn't barely even think of words to say. His hands were above his head, clutching the sheets, his toes were curling, thighs straining and shuddering, "Oh god oh Zim say I can come please I want to come let me come let me come please please please-"

"I have you," Zim would purr, "You can come. Come on Dib, I got you, you're safe, let go, I know you want to, please let me see you-"

And then Dib wailed, his back arched, and he came all over his own fingers, his legs spasmed and he felt wetness burst forth around his fingers. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, just one wave rolling after another. He guessed that he might have come a total of three times, making a mess all over his fingers and his boxers. Finally, with one last jerk, he fell square onto the bed, heaving. He didn't bother to move his hands from between his crotch. He was too tired and wiped out. He felt sweat gathering from under his legs and back, and he could feel himself beginning to cool down. His heart raced and then began to slow, and he knew he was starting to slip into the sweet depths of sleep.

That is, until he heard a very loud and obvious CLICK! From outside his bedroom window. Dib's eyes shot open and his eyes locked with his arch enemy. Holding an alien device that was surely some sort of camera.

Dib's heart stopped. Zim was grinning, and then he let a cackle burst forth from his lips and he jumped away, out of sight.

Dib was frozen for a few seconds, the first thoughts crossing his mind was, 'Oh my god, how long had he been out there? Was he watching the whole time? Did he even know what he was seeing? Did I say his name out loud?'

And then

"He saw me," Dib said out loud. He repeated himself again, "He saw me."

Dib without his binder, Dib with his hands between his legs, the dark patch of wetness smeared all over his boxer's crotch. Zim SAW him.

Dib's heart fell into his stomach, and then he started to hyperventilate.

"He saw me. Zim saw me. He saw me without- without my- he knows. HE KNOWS."

He couldn't breathe, his world was going dizzy, everything started to get smaller and smaller in his room and his mind started to pinch him tight and squeeze. Dib ripped his hands away from his crotch and pulled his blankets up and around his chest and he started to scream, "GAZ! GAZ! GAZ! GAZ PLEASE! HELP!" He knew he was crying, and his sister could probably hear it in his voice. He started to sob and his breathing stuttered and jumped as tears started to fall freely down his eyes.

He could hear Gaz start to hammer on his door, and he realized that he had locked it. He grabbed his shirt, wheezing, slipping it on and walking over to the door. Gaz greeted him, her mouth pulled into a wide frown, glaring.

"Dib, what is so important that you would interrupt me from my-" and then she stopped, registering what she was seeing.

Dib was a mess, tears and snot smeared all along his face, his breasts visible from his shirt and his boxers sticky.

"What happened?" her eyes widened.

"I was-" Dib stuttered, "I was-" he couldn't say it. He couldn't even stop crying enough to breathe.

Gaz grabbed his arms and led him into her room, sitting him down on her bed, closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" she repeated, "You're more upset than usual, what's going on?"

"It's- it's embarrassing," he gasped, sobs wracking his chest. Gaz started to reassuringly rub her hands up and down her brother's arms.

"It can't be more embarrassing than you being the only one who could talk to me about my period. You can tell me," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. This was the only thing Gaz could ever be nice to her brother about. This was a line she had never, ever crossed with him. Not when it came to his identity.

"I was on my bed," Dib let out in a strangled breath, "and I didn't have my…my binder on. Or my shirt. I was….mmmm…masturbating," he flinched. Gaz flinched along with him, not needing that image in her mind, but said nothing.

"And I was, I had my eyes closed, and I didn't notice, but Zim was outside my window, and he saw it, he took a picture of me, and he saw me. Zim saw me. He's…..he's going to tell everyone. He's going to tell everybody, and they're going to know, they're going to know that I'm a freak. And he has a picture of me! Gaz I- He has a picture of me like that." And Dib burst into tears again and sobbed, and Gaz pulled him close for a hug, rubbing circles on his back.

Gaz had always known Dib as her brother. Ever since they were little. Their father would tell them that they were sisters, but that always made Dib upset, and when they were alone, he would tell her, "I'm not your sister. I'm your brother. I know I am. Dad's just wrong. I know I'm your brother," and neither her nor Dib had known the implication of what he was saying, but they had both accepted it as the truth. Dib was always more drawn to the boy's clothes when they would go shopping. Dib demanded to have his hair kept short as toddlers. When they were out and about, strangers would get introduced to them, associates of their father, and he would cheerfully announce them as his two sweet little girls. And Dib would stomp his foot and throw tantrums, shrieking at their father, "I'm NOT a girl! I'm a boy!" And it happened enough times that their Dad stopped introducing them as his girls. They were now his son and his daughter, to keep Dib happy. Dib and Gaz. His children. Gaz suspected that Dad was convinced that Dib was just going through a phase, but if it was, he hadn't grown out of it. It wasn't until Dib started elementary school that he pulled his father aside, and told him, "I don't want them saying that I'm a girl. I'm a boy. Please tell them I'm a boy." And their dad conceded. This went on for years, until the time came that Dib was set to go to middle school, when they all sat down and talked.

"I'm a boy," Dib repeated once more to their father, face serious, "I know…I know that I was born differently, and that…..biologically…" Dib spat that word out like a curse, "….I'm a girl. But I know that's wrong. I know I'm a boy. I don't want to go by my birth name. I want to go by Dib. And I want to be introduced as your son, and I want you to…accept that. I don't want you to look at me and see your daughter. Can…." Dib was shy as he said this, "Can you do that for me?"

Professor Membrane was silent for one moment, just one moment, and then they could tell, through his high lab coat and his goggles, that he was smiling, "Of course son," he said proudly, "I've always wanted a boy. And now I know I've had one all along." Dib burst into tears, and even Gaz couldn't keep herself from getting emotional. And eventually it was 'My son this-" and "My son that-" and Gaz could tell, that even when their dad ignored Dib's fascination with the paranormal, it made Dib happy that he always took the effort to remind Dib that their dad knew he was his son. And when it came time for Dib to go through puberty, Professor Membrane was the one that booked all of Dib's appointments to go see specialists that would prescribe Dib the hormone blockers he wanted and several binders to keep him comfortable and happy at school. The one thing that their dad would never budge on was letting Dib go through transition surgery as a teen. Not until he was an adult, their dad said. The only real reason Dib seemed put off with that decision was that it was harder to run and keep after Zim while he was wearing his binders.

Other than themselves, no one else had ever known.

And now, Dib's secret was jeopardized because of some stupid alien who probably didn't even have any idea about what he had witnessed.

That was unacceptable.

"Are you going to be okay?" Gaz asked Dib, as he moved away from her.

"No…" Dib looked utterly heartbroken. "This is the worst thing he could have ever done to me," he whispered to himself.

A moment silence hung in the air, and Gaz pulled away and went to grab her jacket.

"I'll be back," she told him, zipping herself up.

"Where are you going?" Dib stuttered.

"I'll be back Dib," she growled, "Just hang out in here until I come back," she instructed.

"You're not- Gaz you're not!" he began to argue.

"Don't tell me what to do!" she hissed, "I'm going to handle this! Go to sleep or read a book or something. Call Dad. I don't care. Just stay out of my way!" And with that she marched out the door and slammed it shut behind her. Dib didn't make a move to follow after her, just pulled his sister's covers over himself and cried silently into her pillow. It smelt like sweat and her hair. It was comforting.


Zim didn't live far away from them at all, only a few blocks away, and she was there within the hour. She marched right up to the door and started banging her fists on the door.

"COME ON OUT YOU STUPID ALIEN!" Gaz shouted, "I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU!"

The door opened and she stepped inside. Zim wasn't there to greet her, but his stupid robot was there, staring at the television. When it saw her, it started to shriek and cackle hyperactively.

"HI GIRL!" it screamed, "HI GIRL! HI GIRL! YOU WANNA PLAAAAY!"

"Where's Zim?!" Gaz snarled, fists at her side.

"MASTER IS IN THE LAB! LEMME TAKE YOU TO HIM!"

The robot walked over to one of the living room tables and pulled a lever. It turned into an elevator, and entrance Gaz had seen and taken before. He guided her into the platform and they made their descent into the underground labs. Gir giggled to himself the entire time. Gaz didn't even have the patience to growl at him. Best to save her rage for the green moron.

The reached a room, and Gir walked up to it and opened it for her, and she stepped past him into the lab. She could already hear Zim laughing diabolically in the room. She followed the sound of his cackles until she found him. He was suspended on his spider legs and didn't even realize she was in the room with him.

"YES! VICTORY FOR ZIIIIMMM! With my INGENIOUS camera, I will be able to study the Dib-human's FILTHY anatomy and learn all of his WEAKNESSES! Zim is A GENIUS!"

Just as Gaz expected. He hadn't realize the severity of his actions. And she wasn't going to let him know.

"MAAASTER! THE GIRL IS HERE TO SEE YOU!" Gir screeched, announcing their arrival. Zim turned around to look over at them and started to yell.

"GIR! WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT ALLOWING DISGUSTING HUMANS IN OUR BASE!? ESPECIALLY THE DIB'S SISTER! COMPUTER! INTRUDER ALERT!"

"Give me the photos of Dib you took," Gaz stated calmly, swatting off a robot arm that had ascended on her from the ceiling.

"And why would I want to do that? I will learn his weaknesses and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

"The reason why you're going to give me those photos is because you're going to be in very, very, big, trouble."

"Hmmmm? Stop speaking in riddles pathetic Gaz-creature! Speak plainly! ZIM COMMANDS YOU!"

Gaz's eyes twitched, her mouth twisting into a wider frown.

"Because, it's not me or even Dib you're going to worry about if anyone else finds out you have those photos. All it takes is one phone call from my dad and the human authorities will be here to investigate you."

Zim retracted his spider legs and the retreated into his PAK. His feet hit the ground in a silent thud and he walked over to her. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ZIM HAS DONE NOTHING THAT WOULD WARRANT AN INVESTIGATION FROM YOUR DISGUSTING HUMAN AUTHORITIES! YOU ARE FULL OF LIEEESSS WORM BABY!"

"That's right," Gaz growled, stepping into Zim's space, "I'm a human worm baby. A baby. I know you're an adult Zim. And I know that you know what babies are. They're little children. I'm a human child. And Dib is also a human child. And on Earth, it is a very serious crime to take pictures of human children without their clothes on. A crime you can go to JAIL for. I'm telling you this for your OWN GOOD really. I don't HAVE to tell you this. But if you give me those photos and delete any more that you have taken of my brother, I can walk away now and we can forget this ever happened. Do you understand?" Gaz said as she snarled her last sentence."

"How do I even know that you're telling the truth Dib-sister? Eh? You can be lying just to protect your HORRIBLE brother!"

"Check it for yourself if you don't believe me, but I'm not lying," Gaz sneered.

Zim frowned at her, then bared his teeth. Finally he shouted. "COMPUTER! Look up what human laws on having photography on NUDE children!"

"Finnneee…." The computer responded, "Processing. The possession of child pornography is a criminal offense in 54 countries, regardless of intent to distribute. It can be punishable with a maximum sentence of five years, while distribution can be punishable with a sentence of ten years."

Zim snarled, looking back at Gaz, "So what? In three months, your disgusting brother will reach the age of adulthood in your pitiful species. It won't matter by then!"

"It doesn't matter how old he is when you get caught you horrid little bug!" Gaz screamed, "All that matters is that you took the pictures without his consent while he was underage! Delete those pictures, or else I'll MAKE you delete them!"

"Ughhh!" Zim growled, "FINE! BUT THIS ISN'T OVER! Three months is nothing compared to an IRKEN! I'll just wait again! And then I'll learn all of your brother's VULNERABLE secrets! VICTORY FOR ZIM!"

"I'm not leaving until I watch you delete them," Gaz crossed her arms, expression dark. Zim shot her an equally dark look and spat, "WHATEVER! Get over here and watch then!"

Zim strode over to the computer, and clicked a few keys. Within moments, images of her naked and vulnerable brother appeared on the screen. Gaz squinted, not wanting to focus on the pictures any more than she had to. She peered at her brother's face, and made it a point to not look at anything else. Zim pressed a few more keys and then all the pictures began to disappear.

"THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY?! They're all gone! NOW LEAVE MY BASE BEFORE I VAPORIZE YOU! GIR! ESCORT THIS WRETCHED CREATURE OUT!"

And Gir ran over, hooting happily, before grabbing her hand and leading her out. Gaz shot Zim another evil look and muttered just low enough that Zim could still hear her.

"I'll be watching you," she said, and then stepped back onto the elevator.


When Gaz returned home, the house was silent, so she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She could see Dib under her covers and fast asleep. There were dry tear tracks on his face. She put her hand on his shoulder and jostled him gently.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up moron. You're going to order me Bloaties," she told him.

"What? Gaz? You're back," Dib peered up at her, blinking.

"Yes," she told him, grabbing his glasses from her nightstand and handing them too him, "Get up, wash your face, and then you're ordering us some Bloaties. I'll be waiting in the kitchen when you're done," and with that, she turned and walked out of her bedroom. She didn't need to look to know her brother was following her orders. Not ten minutes later, Dib was entering the kitchen, face scrubbed raw and bound once more under his shirt. He went to sit next across from her on the table while she played her game.

"What did you do?" he asked her.

"Zim deleted the photos. He doesn't have any idea what he saw. You don't have to worry about this happening again."

"Gaz, I….I don't know how to thank yo-" Dib started before Gaz cut him off, "When's the pizza getting here?" she asked.

"Um, in like ten minutes I think. They know our address by heart."

"Okay," Gaz nodded, "That's all the thanks I need. You're welcome."

Dib stared at her in silence, just listening to his sister's game making background beeping noises and eight bit music. After several moments, Gaz spoke up again.

"You know, if you really are worried about everyone finding out, you could always beat them to the punch," she said.

"What?" Dib asked, eyes wide.

"I know you don't want people to know, and that's okay, it's your business. But if this sort of thing happens again, I don't want you to freak out like you did today. The best thing would be to just tell people, if only for your peace of mind."

"I can't do that," Dib shook his head, "People think I'm a freak enough as it is. This would just prove it," he said solemnly. Gaz banged her fist against the table.

"Listen to me Dib, you ARE a freak. But this isn't what makes you one. You're weird because you talk too much and you obsess about aliens and bigfoot. Not because you're a boy. That's the one normal thing about you. So I don't to hear you say that again. Because even I know you don't believe that."

Dib glanced at his sister's angry expression, and he smiled softly.

"Okay Gaz, whatever you say," and Gaz grunted, "You should know by now that I'm ALWAYS right Dib. Now, get the cups out, pizza should be here soon." And she went back to her game.

Bloaties arrived, they ate their pizza, and then Dib went back upstairs to do his homework or work on his paranormal science stuff or whatever. Gaz shuffled to her room, and grabbed her phone from her desk. She called her dad and waited for him to pick up.

"This is the Professor's personal cell line. How can I direct your call?" A cheerful woman's voice answered.

"This is his daughter. I need to talk to my dad. It's urgent."

"One moment Gaz," the woman replied happily, knowing the professor's children's names by heart, and there was only a few seconds of music before there was a click.

"HELLO DAUGHTER!" Professor Membrane said happily, "I only have a few minutes before I need to go back to work! It's almost time for bed! Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yes," Gaz growled, "Dad, something bad happened today, it's about Dib."

"What's wrong? Is he hurt? Daughter, you know if either of you are hurt you should call the HOSPITAL. That's the scientific decision to make!" he told her.

"No, he's fine. There was an incident. Dib's stupid green friend showed up today without Dib knowing and he walked in on Dib….changing. He saw everything. Dib is really upset right now. I talked to his….friend, but I think you should try to come home and see him. I think it would cheer him up. Plus he's worried that his friend might start….going around and telling people," Gaz said.

"I see," the Professor answered, "I'll see what I can do. I'll tell Simmons to change my schedule as much as he needs to. If I'm not home tomorrow, I'll be back as early as this Friday. Is he really fine?" he asked.

"I calmed him down some," Gaz said, "But I know he's really freaked out. I think you should talk to him about telling other people."

"We'll see," her father told her, "I have to get back to work now, but I'm glad you called me about this daughter. I'm very proud of you for taking care of your big brother today when I wasn't home. I'll see you as soon as I can. Now it's time for you to go to sleep young lady! Sleep will help your mind focus and better prepare yourself for your education!"

"Fine Dad," Gaz huffed, and then hung up on him. They weren't a very "I love you," kind of family, but they showed affection when they could.

Finally, Gaz shrugged on her PJs and crawled into her bed, and went to sleep.


For Dib, when he woke up the next morning, his stomach was filled with dread. He didn't want to go to school, but he knew he had too. What if Zim told people? But that was stupid. Zim could hardly tell the difference between a cat and a dog. No way would he be able to tell the difference between…..a boy and a girl. He even still referred to their old middle school teacher as 'Sir!' when they saw her slithering down the hall.

He had nothing to worry about really. Nothing was going to change. Nothing was going to happen.

Oh how wrong he was.

When Dib got to school, everything was normal. Morning class went off without a hitch, Zim didn't even say anything. They had first break, second class, and nothing was said or mentioned.

It wasn't until Lunch.

It wasn't until Lunch that everything went to hell.

Dib was sitting next to his sister, eating the packed lunch she had made for the both of them. He could tell she was trying to comfort him in her own little Gaz like way. Honestly, he'd do the same for her if anything ever upset her. Hardly anything did, and if it did happen, she usually was able to handle it herself with no outside help. So he was eating his lunch and Gaz was playing her game, when at the adjacent table, Zim leaped up onto the surface and pointed a clawed finger at him. He screamed.

"DIB HUMAN!" Zim shouted, and Dib jerked up to look at him, mouth full of PB and J.

"I HAVE SOMETHING TO ASK YOU!" Zim yelled, "WHY DO YOU HAVE BREAST TISSUE LIKE THE REST OF THE FEMALE WORM BABIES? AND WHY DO YOU HIDE THEM?! ZIM DEMANDS TO KNOW!"

Dib's world teetered out of control as he swallowed his food roughly and started to choke. He blinked back tears and realized everyone was looking at him. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were looking at him, waiting for his reaction.

"I-I-" Dib stuttered, before firing back, "I have no idea what you're talking about Zim!"

Gaz had lowered her game, setting it on the table and began to stand. She walked around the table and stood in front of her brother.

"Shut your mouth you fucking moron!" Gaz shouted, and everyone was really staring now. No one had really ever heard Dib's sister ever speak, nonetheless actually scream and swear.

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ZIM SPEAKS OF! I WANT TO KNOW! WHY ARE YOU HIDING THOSE DISGUSTING SACKS OF FLESH? WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVE? DO YOU PLAN TO DESTROY ZIM WITH YOUR HIDDEN FEMALE APPENDEGES?"

Dib visible shook, his eyes darting to other people in the lunch room, shaking his head, face red, "No….no…no it's not….not what you think…."

"YOU IDIOT!" Gaz roared, running directly at Zim, reaching up to grab him by the collar and throwing him to the ground, "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!"

"UNHAND ME FILTHY FLESHY FEMALE CREATURE!"

Dib was standing, backing away from the lunch table, tears streaming down his eyes. The kids around him were starting to whisper. He was shaking. They were talking about him. They….they were figuring it out.

"Hey Dib!" someone shouted. Dib couldn't even figure out who. He whipped his head around to look. He couldn't see.

"What is Zim even talking about? You're not a girl are you!?" the voice said, but it was taunting. He heard it. It was going to happen. They were going to gear up for bullying. He couldn't do anything to stop it.

"No! No! NO NO NO!" Dib cried, "Shut up! Shut up! Don't look at me!" and then he turned to make a dash out of the lunch room.

Meanwhile, Gaz was busy trying to slam Zim's skull into the floor.


Gaz found Dib in the nurse's office, after she had received a scolding from the principal about how attempted murder on a fellow student was something that was looked down upon at the school and she was given a week's worth of detention and a phone call to her father. Gaz didn't care. She was pretty sure that Zim was suffering from a concussion while he ran home with his proverbial tail between his legs. It was nothing less than what he deserved.

She sat down next to her brother while he sobbed quietly, knee's drawn up and his arms encircling them. He didn't even look up at her. She didn't attempt to comfort him. She doubted it would help. So she just sat quietly next to him, until he moved one of his hands to hers, and laced their fingers together. She gave him a reassuring squeeze and remained silent.

Finally, the nurse came into the room, smiling wide, "Your father has just arrived to take you both home. Have a nice day dears," and she shooed them both out. Professor Membrane was standing at the door, a worried look across his brows.

"Let's go children," he told them, reaching his hands out for both of them to take. Gaz took her father's hand, and Dib mirrored her, and he walked them both out, silent.

They reached the family car, and when they were both buckled in, Gaz in the front seat, did their father pull out of the parking lot and spoke.

"I got quite the dressing down today from the principal children," he started, "Usually you're both so well behaved, so I'd rather hear from the both of you about what happened today before I decide how to punish you."

Dib didn't say anything, he just kept staring at his hands. Gaz turned to look at her father, lips pulled in a sneer.

"Dib got outed."

"What?" Professor Membrane asked, "How? Was it the green foreign boy you told me about yesterday?"

"You TOLD him!?" Dib shouted.

"What do you think you ding dong?" Gaz shouted from her seat, turning to look at him, "You were a mess! I can't deal with you by myself! I wanted dad's help!"

"You didn't have to tell him about what Zim did! What ELSE did you tell him huh!?"

"Dib!" Professor Membrane rose his voice, "Do not speak to me like I'm not here. I'm your father!"

"I WOULDN'T KNOW!" Dib shouted, "YOU'RE NEVER HOME."

"Son," their father sighed, "I'm sorry. I wish I can be with you more. And I know how frustrated you must feel right now, but that doesn't mean I deserve this kind of back talk from you."

"You don't know anything," Dib sniffed, clearly crying, "You don't know anything about me. You act like you deserve to be respected by me, but as far as I'm concerned, you haven't done anything to earn my respect."

At that, Professor Membrane was silent, and Gaz seethed from her seat, all the way home. They exited the car and walked inside the house. Gaz shoved at Dib when they walked inside, "You're so selfish!" She snarled, "Dad does everything for us and you act like he should be leaning down to kiss your ass! You can be a real jerk sometimes!"

"Whatever," he grumbled, "I'm going to my room. And hopefully my ceiling will collapse on me and I'll die."

"Hmmph," Gaz sneered, "Hope you get your wish. See if I care."

Gaz followed her father to the kitchen, where he was sitting, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Gaz," he said, upon hearing her enter, "Do you think I'm a bad father?"


Gaz was silent, pursing her lips, "You're doing your best," she told him, and then shrugged her shoulders, "And Dib's just being a little shi…. Poop." She corrected herself, "He's mad now, but he'll get over it."

As soon as Dib reached his room, he unlocked his window and climbed out. Once he hit the grass, he started to run. It hurt to run with his binder still on, but he clenched his teeth and bared it. He ran all the way to Zim's house, running past the gnomes, and then kicked the door in. By the time he walked inside he was winded.

"What are YOU doing here in my base Dib-thing!?" Zim screeched from the couch. Gir was wrapping a bandage around his forehead, and Dib could see that one of his antennae was bent.

"I should have told you," Dib said.

"Eh?" Zim tilted his head.

"I should have told you, as soon as you took my picture. You didn't know what you were seeing and I should have just told you. Now my life is over."

"EH?" Zim shouted, "What are you babbling about Dib-stink? Are you dying? Have I unknowingly caused the destruction of your pitiful existence? VICTORY FOR ZIM!"

"No you idiot!" Dib growled, "I can't believe I was scared of you- of all people. All you did was make my….my school life more difficult from now on. And you're going to be annoying about it later so I might as well tell you because now that everyone else knows, and you're the only person I can….I can out myself too. You took that choice away from me so I'm doing it now."

"You speak nonsense Dib-filth," Zim pointed a finger at him, "I do not understand what you mean about 'outing yourself'. Your human terminology is ridiculous."

"Goddamnit Zim, shut up and pay attention. This is important," Dib stomped his foot, "I'm trying to tell you that I'm a transgender boy."

"Eh?" Zim said once more.

"Oh my god have mercy," Dib pinched the bridge of his nose, barring an uncanny resemblance to his father, "You were right Zim. About me having….female breast tissue. When I was born, the doctors assigned me as a female, because I had female sexual organs. But when I got older I knew they were wrong, and I knew I was a boy. No one else knew, except my sister, and my dad. And that's the word for what I am. A trans boy. And it's looked down upon in human society. People call you a freak, and disgusting, and wrong. So that's what you did to me. You let everyone know that I was a trans boy and now I'm not….I'm not safe anymore. So congrats Zim. You're right. You may very well have caused me to get killed."

"EH?" Zim said, "Dib-human, I don't understand. Do you mean that you are not a HYUMAN male? You're actually a FEMALE?"

"NO!" Dib shouted, "I'm NOT a girl! I'm a boy!"

"Your human sexes confuse Zim!" Zim shouted, "Irkens do not have your filthy HYUMAN 'genders'! All Irkens are created the same and that's why the Irken race is CLEARLY SUPERIOR!"

"Nonbinary," Dib said.

"Eh?" Zim asked.

"Nonbinary. Irkens are nonbinary."

"You are confusing Zim now Dib-human," Zim narrowed his eyes, "Get out of my base before I throw you out myself!"

"Fine," Dib muttered, "I don't know why I came over here now. I was hoping that you would understand, and maybe that would bring us…. Doesn't matter anymore. It was a stupid thought anyway."

And Dib left and all Zim could feel was confusion.