Charlie…6

Chapter 6

I stopped and stared at her my head just really hadn’t put that in the multiple choice box I had going in my brain.

“…………………. You’re a porn star?” and my brain kind of just slips into neutral.

“Charlie?” Sable’s looking at me expectantly but not like she wasn’t expecting some king or reaction.

“Uhm…yeah well whoa, that definitely not like every other girl.” I’m looking at her and god it even sounds bad in my head but…I can see it. Sable is just smoking hot.

“Thanks but I’d like to think me getting really set apart from the other girls isn’t because of that but…I mean you were cool and honest with me so I figured that you deserved the same.”

“Well I new from the start that you weren’t like other girls.”

“How’s that?”

“You surf; girl surfers are still a major minority.”

“Hey I know lots of girls that like surfing.”

“Yeah but how many are like you and stuck with it to the point of they were actually good at it.”

“Around here?”

“Around here looking like you do.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” She’s giving me that kinda pissed look girls get.

“Hey…Hey nothing back it’s just a lot of the girls as (hot…self edit.) As beautiful as you are the whole modeling and lay out on the beach tanning types.”

“I’m not some orange county vain little princess there Jersey boy.”

“I wouldn’t know I just kinda got here, Cali is still pretty much new to me and hopefully my last move for a long while.”

“Moved around a lot?”

“Yeah too much but this, this is heaven compared to some places I’ve lived. Transgendered life isn’t something that they relish with open arms in Wyoming.”

“Well likely here too, we’ve got our own bunch of conservative assholes. I’ve lost count at the number of times people have informed me that…”I need ta be saaaaved.” Sable but on this really funny, sort of southern televangelist accent on at that last part and I can’t help but laugh. She steps up and gives me a one armed hug the other being busy holding her board. “Thanks Charlie, I’ve gotta go and get ready for school, I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah…this was nice Sable.”

“Yeah it was thanks Charlie.” And before she leaves she gives me a light kiss. I just stand there watching her go and get in her jeep and drive away but she waved at me before she left.”

I’m so crushing right now.

My little man in the boat is standing up and screaming angry as Captain Ahab.

I walk home in a great mood and put up my board, kiss my step mom on the cheek, punch Dad in the arm and steal his coffee and head upstairs to my room. Dad looks at me. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I met a girl!” I say as I go in my room and close and lock the door.

I’m actually that kind of hyped up that I don’t really think about all the stuff I hate and gets me in that funk about my body and I go to my computer and I look up Sable St. James.

Oh…she’s eighteen but started early and not here in the states but from the footage someplace tropical and she does regular porn but all the girl on girl stuff and the interracial stuff and I can’t help but to watch some of the clips about her and some of her stuff and she’s so hot…

I get into the shower and as hot as I am I reach down and slip my middle two fingers into myself with a hiss and a grunt and catch my rock hard little fellow between my two fingers and it’s not so much as fingering myself because I don’t really let go of my clit/my little fellow and I pull and tug with that motion though and my head full of those images of Sable I jerk myself off.

My eyes closed and that tugging feeling and somewhere in my head I stop being a girl and I cum, shoot my load…squirt in my hand. I do it until I have to plant my feet wider and not get all weak knee’d from the effort.

The only thing it’s good being XX is that I get to have multiple orgasms. I dry off and go through my rituals of getting dressed adding one of the maxi pads because I know I’m going to be all turned on and stuff today just thinking about Sable.

I lotion up, but not in the whole chick way. Mostly sunscreen with a decent scent to it a really light coconut and Shea butter stuff but I add in my own stuff too for a body scent. I actually find a bit of BOSS in motion blends in well. I mix the two and it’s just sort of lightly there on me and mixed in never too strong and stuff.

I dress a bit better actually, bound down with my flattener sports bra thing then my boxer briefs and my prosthetic. I toss on a muscle shirt over the flattener and I put on a decent skater sweater all black but not all ripped to bits and stuff and one of my bigger Bon-Jovi T-shirts in white and a decent pair of black combat pants and my sneakers.

I grab my books and my board and my wallet with the belt chain and my leather jacket and head downstairs.

Dad’s got himself another cup of coffee. “You met a girl?”

“Yeah, Sable we were surfing and ended up having breakfast together.”

“She know your situation?”

“Yup, and she’s good with it.” I can’t help but grin as I dig out stuff from the fridge and cupboards for my lunch.

“She’s probably some Dyke.” Libby spits almost as she comes into the kitchen/dining room area. God if you could see her…she’s dress like pure sheeple. I honestly don’t think she doesn’t own anything that isn’t high end label, and I can taste…taste her perfume. Yeah I’m older and she’s the youngest out of the three of us but it still doesn’t mean you go and take a bath in the stuff.

“Well, actually she’s Bi, but she see’s nothing wrong with me being a regular guy with a few medical issues.”

My sister actually visibly shudders. “Just keep the hell away from me Charlotte, and try not to be that big of a freak that you ruin my life.”

Dad coughs pointedly. “Libby, we talked about this.”

“I know and I don’t care what the shrinks say, or you or anyone. I fucking hate this and I hate Charlie too. Just leave me alone!”

I ignore her because honestly I’m used to it and I’m having a good day. Besides I’m cutting her some slack because she did lose her big sister or at least in her eyes and add that into her going through puberty she’s becoming a hormonal teenaged girl. She’s not exactly sane in my opinion.

I’m only partly joking about that. Female puberty scared the hell out of me for more than the hell my body was starting to go through but when I was younger I seen some of the girls that I used to hang out with and there wasn’t a lot of differences between the girls then and the boys…yeah some but for the most part pre-teen/tween girls do a lot of the same stuff as the boys did.

Then they started to change and it was like they were becoming really different people than they used to be.

When I was younger, that was really freaking me out and scaring me.

I make a couple of sandwiches stuff that I like. toasted multigrain bread with mayo mixed with chipotle pepper sauce and lots of lettuce and a thin slice of onion and some tomato along with lot’s of deli sliced corned beef and a bit of mustard and vegemite paste…that’s this actually really different kind of spread that has this strong kinda malty yeasty taste and stuff. It’s from Australia and is this yeast extract kind of thing.

With the corned beef and the deli mustard and the onion it’s like eating this beer and a Rueben kind of thing. An uncle sent it to us once on a trip and I like it. So I get mine online.

Me and my Stepmom are the only ones in the house who’ll touch it.

I grab a couple of granny smith apples and peel them and slice them into a Tupperware dish before adding some fresh black pepper and some grated parmesan cheese. I like it that way.

I hug and kiss both of them and grab a can of mountain dew and guzzle most of it as I hop on my skateboard and take off to school.

I actually am having a better morning as I get to school and go to my classes. I’m getting looks as usual because well I’m still new here and a few mouthed and whispered from a distance comments from the usual types. Like I said it’s usually the girls and a few of the guys.

I ignore it for the most part, eventually they’ll find a new target or something or they’ll just get used to me.

I actually drop a bit of the attitude now that I’m more or less out and stuff but I keep my guard up. I even open a few doors for some of the girls and get stared at with that kind of really weirded out “Uhm thanks…” but some of them move away from me and just stare at me like they’ll catch some kind of stigma or something and if there two doors they’ll take the other one.
One of the female teachers was kind of cool about it and gave me a smile and an open thank you.

I see Sable at the mid-morning break. I guess that’d be the break after second period. Recess if you’re in the younger grades.

I walk over to where she’s at in the caf —line and she smiles when she see’s me come over. “Hey Charlie.”

“Hey back. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you when I got in this morning.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugs and we both get a coffee and walk to our lockers and mine’s got a few notes and stuff in there the usual kind of crap that I’m used to getting like. Dyke, Freak, Why don’t you just die, and stuff like that. Sable looks them over shaking her head.

“I can’t believe the assholes that seem to just crawl out of the wood work when someone’s different. It’s not like you’re asking them to live your life.”

“Nope but this is the start. They might get physical but I doubt it.”

“Oh yeah heard about that, they think you’re nuts. They’re blaming it on you not being able to handle the male hormones.”

“Oh, I’m not on them yet. I’m still waiting for the go ahead and scripts from my new doctors here.”

I open my locker and so far I’m lucky they haven’t started to put stuff in there. I take out a roll of wide clear packing tape and tape up all the holes in my locker get the books I need and then lock it back up. I take each one of the notes and the tape and pretty much laminate them to the outside of my locker…where anyone walking by can read the hate they’ve written. There’s a lot of girl’s handwriting in most of them.

“Charlie…what are you doing?”

“This tape’s clear enough to read through and it’s a bitch to get off. I could take all these down to the office and go through all the song and dance that they did before in my other schools and nobody really gets to see that their school is a lovely little place full of more hatemongering little fuckers than they’d like to admit to.”

I smile at Sable. “This way everyone will get to see this and they’ll all have to face it. And someone might get their handwriting recognized too.”

She’s grinning. “They’ll never allow you to keep those up.”

I take a picture when I’m done with the camera on my cell-phone. “Well they’ll have to fight that out with my lawyer. I’m leasing the locker so it’s sort of not school property and since it’s written word I can use the whole free speech argument with the whole thing of I’ll take them down when they do something about it.”

“You’ve got balls Mr. Daniels I’ll give you that. I’ve got to get going to class though.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“Sure, that’d be nice.”

“Carry your book bag?”

“Thank you.” She smiles and kisses me on the cheek and I take her backpack and sling it over my shoulder and walk her to her next class. There’s a few more murmurs and mutters but not just about me but little digs about Sable. I turn and look at a few of them just getting some faces to the murmurs and stuff.

“We’ve got a lot of the same fan club.”

“Yeah we must be special.”

“Yeah, sorry Charlie you really don’t need a double dose of this. They’re not going to lay off. They really have it out for me.”

“Hey…” I stop her just outside of the classroom that she’s got next. “You don’t deserve the crap that you’re getting from these fuck-wits, nobody does. And even if things get a little rougher because they’re getting all bent out of shape about us just being together like this then to hell with them because you’re worth it.”

“Charlie, you don’t even really know me, you don’t know the things I’ve done.”

“And I don’t care either. I’d be a poor example of a man if I pulled back from someone that I liked because I found or things about them. I speak pretty good English and I know the difference between now and then.”

“God thanks Charlie….” She gives me this really big hug that has he yummy upper bits pushing into me. Then the bell rings. I stop her and give her a light kiss on her lips making her eyes widen.

“I’ll see you at lunch?”

She nods and she’s staring at me with a bit of a smile and biting her lip at the same time as she sort of walks in reverse into her class. Normal, sort of quirky shy really works on her…I mean she’s a dropdead gorgeous knock out but to see her reacting like that just…

Yeah…..