Me and My Mus

The other day I was loafing in front of the TV when Andrea, my muse visited me. It had been some time since last. We had spent our vacations at different locations. Don’t get me wrong, I like Andrea but we have no need to crowd each other. However, I like chatting with Andrea even when I’m not going to write a story. That is what happened the other day. I like female companionship. As everyone knows all muses are female.

As we were talking Andrea happened to mention “when I was a little boy …”. Ooops!

Andrea coloured up. The cutest pink imaginable.

Boy?!

- But aren’t all muses girls?
- It’s true that in mus/muse society, gender roles are very strict. Only muses inspire writers. If you are a mus (that is a male and thus without the female e at the end) you don’t. You have a choice of other important tasks to do instead. Big manly things.
- So, you are a transgender muse? Isn’t that unusual?
- No and no. No as in there are many transgender muses. If a mus discovers that she is female she eventually transforms into a fully functional muse, inspiring writers and all that. You have no idea how many transgender muses there are here at BCTS! No, because I’m not transgender. I’m a mus (sob, sob). I like all things girly but I’m NOT a girl. Had I been human you’d called me a femboy. I’m definitely male but all things girly appeal to me, the clothes the way I keep my hair, inspiring you … And now I can’t be your muse any longer because I’m just a girly mus (heavy sobbing).

I admit I was shocked by Andrea’s revelation. By the way, Andrea? Isn’t that a girl’s name?

- Do you remember when you picked me up?
- Yes, I remember very well when I picked you up, or rather you firmly attached yourself to me. That was when I was on a language course in ….Italy.
- I see you get it. I never used a fake name. You just assumed. People always assume. Like the snobbish muses who despise me for wanting to inspire you even if I’m only a lowly mus. Of course a mus can’t do that. You have no idea how they belittle me. They keep saying that I never have given you even ONE straight idea. Only crocked and twisted ones. And what’s worse, they are right.

I couldn’t help it. Andrea was so unhappy and at the same time so incredibly CUTE. I slowly moved my head towards him and kissed him gently. And then I started to sing. If I had wanted any further proof of Andrea’s devotion to me, this was it. He didn’t flee screaming despite the fact that I’m an absolutely awful singer.

- I wanna be inspired by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be inspired by you, alone!
Boop-boop-a-doop!

That was absolutely true. My stories may be twisted. Andrea may be despised by the muses. All that didn’t matter. We were made for each other. Looking at him with his smile and still some tears in his eyes there was no doubt. Andrea was the cutest little femmus imaginable and I was his and he was mine forever, for twisted story after twisted story.