Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-13

Chapter 13

*Cheyenne…

I never expected to run into them…not this soon and the contact just…god I could feel their soul calling to mine…there was an instant spark between us and I’m scared. God I’m scared.

Oh yeah we have or had a creator belief too but I guess It doesn’t matter. I’ve been here on earth ever since I was a toddler.

We’ve been set adrift as a people, and when I… I was sent here when the Loci of Dylan’s spiked. I never expected to meet one…a Shuan the fourth gender.

Dylan’s just…

I feel my body so more than ready to unite with them.

I’m a Tuan…the third gender…male mostly….just enough of both that meeting Dylan has me feeling this blend of everything.

I had to use my Loci to remove myself from the people around me. Well not so much as remove myself but send off a wave of mental energy to people around me. I can’t control thoughts but the boost of power increases the thoughts they are currently having.

So basically I’m ignored.

But It didn’t work on Dylan.

And that’s why I’m hiding under one of the picnic tables.

I’m not ready to meet them…to drop this huge bomb on them and their life.

Hi! Dylan remember me? You’re not a freak of nature, you’re supposed to be this way because we’re not exactly human…not from this earth.

Oh yeah that’s a conversation I’m looking forward to having.

And how can I tell them?

Dylan doesn’t see me because a lot of people just react to social cues. Everyone’s not looking at me because the energy has them mono-focused. So no one see’s me here being a coward, scared of the one person in…a few thousand of us that are left that I could be with and maybe start a family with…

The thought is as magical and enticing as it’s terrifying me.

It hurts kind of deep as I watch Dylan leave with their girlfriend? Yes I’m getting the girlfriend vibe from her. Lesbian actually, mostly. There’s a kink there she thinks that makes Dylan seem so attractive but she cares too.

And they’re holding hands and taking cues from the people here.

Yeah, maybe charging them up wasn’t the greatest of ideas at the local hang out and make out spot.

I get up and watch them go and head back to my motel room with the take out that I just got and close and lock my door.

I pull the drapes and try to push a shield out to block the thoughts of others or at least mute them.

Oh…

I so need a bath right now. Unwind. Get my head on straight.

I get out of my clothes and can’t help but to massage my small breasts. I’m tuan they never really get big or ample, but the gesture still feels good, and there’s the aching in my sex. I ignore that one as best as I can…if I give into release it’ll just make me want and think about not being alone all the more.

I look in the mirror at why I’m dressed in a disguise. Good shoulders, small breasts that some would say are just past budding but are pretty much it, good abs…I don’t have much of the fat a normal female has that part of me is closer to male, feminine bone structure with male musculature…I’ve got great ab’s. I actually do work on those a lot…
Part of my fantasy life…

No…C’mon Shy get your head on straight.

Needless to say I look very, very much like a guy that’s trying to look like a girl or a budding MtF transgendered person until you get to my femalish hips and my vagina.

Most people would just see a freak.

I know I’m not, I’m rare even with my kind.

But people like me have gifts, mental abilities that never developed on this earth well not like ours did. But there’s signs, there’s mostly only two sexes here but home our scientists created a gene therapy that pushed the genes that cause intersexed her to develop more creating four sexes. The first two sexes are still male and female but we became more than that, very generally those who are intersexed here would have ended up home like myself or like Dylan.

Sigh…

Bath.

I’m not what you’d call femme but a long soak is still just really relaxing and I add some cedar oil and lavender into the water and ease into the water and I soak for awhile then slip into a loose set of sweats and a soft cotton tank and turn on the TV and grab my Loci and heat up my DQ take out and try to lose myself in the shows.

It’s so different here then home.

Oh…Adult Swim, I like this.