There was one thing that Pauline Shaw had that was a little different about her and that was that, ever since she was five, she liked to be called by her last name. She absolutely hated the name Pauline and would get mad at anyone who called her that who had known her previously. You had one time to make that mistake and then she would let you know never, ever to call her that again. Other than that, she was pretty average... She liked to go shopping, watch movies, hang out with friends. Shaw was completely and utterly normal. That was until she met her first boyfriend, Frankie. Frankie had brought something out of her she didn't know she had been keeping inside. Well, a few things actually...

Suddenly, she was sneaking out, stealing stuff from stores, dying her hair crazy colors and getting piercings. About a month and a half into the relationship, Frankie had finally pressured her into having sex. They were fifteen and apparently he was the only sophomore boy who hadn't lost his virginity yet. She highly doubted that fact, looking at some of the boys in their class, and she wasn't exactly ready either... but she didn't want to lose him. This was a love that would last forever! Or so she had thought...

It was after the Spring Fling dance at school that they decided to finally do it. They were at his friend, Mikey's house, upstairs in his brother's bed. Frankie was so desperate and eager, it seemed like he came in ten seconds, and honestly, that was being generous. He felt horribly embarrassed and also ashamed he couldn't perform his duties for her. He knew he would have to make it up to her, so he tried to pleasure her with his fingers, tried to get her to feel amazing too. He was obviously new at this and wasn't doing too bad, but she had to stop him and give him pointers. Geez, you're going to scratch up the record, Mr. Deejay!

She played along until he had worked himself up to it again; he asked if she was willing to try once more and she hesitantly complied. It wasn't as bad as she thought. It had hurt a little less than the first time, if you could even count that... but soon, it was feeling amazing. She felt herself become hot and sweaty, the waves of pleasure hitting her harder and harder.

Both her and Frank screamed out in bliss, but she heard her voice change. It was suddenly deeper, raspy. And Frank's screams were now not of satisfaction, but of fright.

"What!? What's going on!?" She asked in confusion.

"You... you're a dude, dude! You just... changed all of a sudden." he said, getting up and pacing around the room, frantically. "Oh... oh god... I had my dick inside a guy. I just lost my virginity to a man. What the fuck!? How could you not tell me about this!?"

She looked down and... holy crap! This wasn't a joke. Shaw was a man! Her breasts were now pecs. He had a flatter, more muscle toned stomach. His waist and hips were different, not as curvy. And... yep, that's a penis, ladies and gentlemen.

"I didn't know! This has never happened before!" He screamed.

Frankie began searching and finding his clothing, not even putting them on before he ran out of the room and down the stairs. You could hear the whole party pause as they saw him, and some begin to laugh and some applaud him, thinking he was just a streaker.

"So, I guess we're breaking up then?" Shaw asked the spot Frankie was standing in a second before that. He sighed and fell back into the pillow, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout on his face. He was going to have to start working on more manly expressions.


Four years later, Shaw was a sophomore again, only now in community college and now completely online. It was how she had to finish her high school education, as well. It was easier than trying to explain her condition to school staff and having a bunch of teachers looking at her like the world's biggest slut every time she walked into class wearing boxers instead of a bra.

Frank had also been her last relationship, finding that an even harder conversation to have with someone. Imagine all the questions and accusations she would have to face by a lover after simply having a good dream or maybe making some room for 'happy time' in the shower that morning. It would be way too hard, too stressful. Besides, from what she'd seen... relationships were overrated. It was all just a bunch of crap so people could be constantly praised, and to have the false reassurance that, somehow in love, they wouldn't die alone. But could you blame her for not holding the idea of love too high in regards to everything that's happened to her?

At least that's how she felt until he walked in. She had been working at her aunt's coffee shop for the last few weeks, her aunt already knowing about Shaw's condition. She was one of the very few family members who actually were trying to help her out. She had lost her previous jobs when she 'refused' to show up for work. The thing was, she had shown up, just... she was a he. And in menial desk jobs like she'd done before, she hardly thought anyone would notice, just as long as the work was getting done. But they did and apparently didn't appreciate the 'ruse' she was trying to play. Whatever horrible positions she'd had before, it had made her even happier that she had found this job.

This same guy had been coming in at least three times every day. His hair was dark brown, parted on the side and slicked down. His eyes were a vibrant, jade green, that sometimes Shaw could find herself getting lost in. His smile was a rare beauty, usually he was so stoic, but when she got to see it... man, it made her stomach flutter and her face become flushed. She hadn't had a crush like this in a long time. Not that it mattered anyway...

She just wished she knew his name. Whenever she asked for it to write on his cup, he only said, "Five". She guessed it had to be a nickname, but... what the hell could 'Five' mean?


It was a sunny afternoon, and on days like this, Shaw liked to go to the park for a run around the lake. It always got his heart rate going and he loved the burn it would leave in his thighs and calves afterwards. Plus, it was a great way to look at guys without getting strange stares back. Most gay guys jogged there simply because there was a great bar close by that they could hit afterwards. And everyone else was, there to buy or sell drugs.

Shaw wasn't looking at any of those guys, though. He was only looking at him. He had long, brown hair, curly yet neat somehow, and hazel green eyes. Everything about his body was long and slender, yet with lean muscle attached. And the way those muscles could stretch and flex was mesmerizing. He was doing yoga on a mat in the middle of the grassy area by the lake and every time Shaw made another lap, he saw this man in a new position, more challenging than the last.

He was admiring the one-legged inverted staff pose when Shaw felt it in his left calf muscle, a charley horse that stopped him dead in his tracks. He collapsed onto the grass, rubbing at the muscle instantly, and chugging down some water, knowing it could be dehydration that had caused it.

"Hey, are you okay?" the man asked, rolling over, getting up, and heading toward him. Shaw explained what was happening, as the guy knelt down next to him, saying, "Well, you can't massage that yourself. Here."

Before Shaw could make an inappropriate joke or protest the action, the guy had grabbed his calf muscle and began massaging it lightly. By the time he could process what was happening, he didn't want to make him stop. This guy's fingers were magic, making all the tension suddenly ease at every move of his hand.

"Ooh, geez. This is a bad one." He said, pointing to the muscle twitching underneath the skin. "Look at it. It's like it's trying to break free. It's screaming 'help me, help me... what a world...'. It's crazy!"

He couldn't help but laugh at the Wicked Witch impersonation. "Yeah, it's worse than one's I usually get." Shaw agreed, as the cute guy began rubbing his leg again. "Thanks for this, by the way."

"Oh, no problem." he smiled, "It's rare I get an opportunity to actually talk to someone nice in this place."

He blushed slightly at the comment and reached his hand out to introduce himself, "Well, thanks anyway. I'm Shaw."

The man smiled, and replied, "I'm Klaus."