My Little Boy
Story Ten
That Time of the Month
Cliffjumper always wondered what it was like to be human. He was proud of his Cybertronian race, love and adored his mother and uncles. Besides Thrash In, he loved to hang out with his friends, though they were human, and much, much smaller than him. Sure, he helped with a ride or two, enjoyed drive in movies with everyone and racing in the Nevada desert. Through the comradery, the only crack he felt was when Grace and everyone else did human things.
And Cliff couldn't be a part of it.
Everyone around him tried to be sensitive of how his race limited him, and Grace was the most helpful and understanding of them all.
With one wall crumbled, he asked what it was like to have a body that wasn't made of a metallic alloy. Uncle Jack, Uncle Raf and Auntie Miko were understanding and tried to explain however they could. Out of their young children, Cliffjumper confided and trusted Grace the most.
Her explanations were helpful and he helped her very much, but at times she seemed to be overly moody. He thought it was a human thing. One day he asked her father, Uncle Jack if something had happened at school that made her frustrated.
He laughed for a few seconds and said, "it must be that 'time of the month' again..."
Cliffjumper's brow scrunched, perplexed.
... 'time of the month'?
Jack then mused on, a smile on his face, his eyes looking distant in pride. "She's growing up so fast... I can't believe that's my little girl."
That piece of information didn't seem to help, and he was still confused on what 'time of the month' was. He brushed that fact off to the side, thinking it was another 'human thing', but then he had an accident with the first aid kit in the compartment of important things.
He just about tripped and dented his finish, when he found himself in an explosion of... tubular, cardboard like narrow cylinders. They were tiny. Small. It looked like something Ratchet would use, but it seemed too 'organic' for it to be of Cybertronian technology. Perhaps one of the human uncles or aunties placed them there.
He gingerly picked up a specimen, and walked into the main haul of the Watchtower, hungry for questions.
"Uh, Grace, what is this?"
The human girl's face flushed a violent red, arms and hands twitching in between impulse and control.
If looks could kill, Cliff wouldn't be standing where he was at that very moment.
"... GET OUT!"
He soon found himself outside of the base entrance, optics blinking in bewilderment. He then shrugged to himself, and transformed into an Aston Martin, driving out into the Nevada sunset.
"... Human girls are weird."