Don't Blame Me I'm A Martian-22

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-22

Chapter 22

It’s something despite the breasts I’m growing or the way that I look that’s very soothing about gloving up. Wrapping my hands with the tape and getting ready that I don’t know is really so much more of a guy thing despite there being girl boxers out there.

I get them on and Jax is putting the pads on and I step up and we start warming me up and I’m hitting the pads going more for the strikes that hitting with force and power as he calls out the change ups and feet switches and stuff.

I have to make a few adjustments to the way that I do all of it now. My breasts are getting in the way sort of. It’s more that I’ve never done this since all of this has started happening so I’m really not used to trying to throw punches with c-cup boobs.

“So….”

“Yeah…I need to talk.”

“And it’s a girl thing.”

“It’s about girls.”

“Oh…so you need some advice on women?”

“Yeah…”

“Dylan you’re kinda a chick yourself what’s hard to get?”

I hit the pads a lot harder this time. “Look I might have the parts and stuff but I’m still me dammit and I’m in a spot here and I could use some advice from my brother because he’s such a man whore.”

“Hey! I’m not a man whore. I just like to date and to keep my options open.”

“Jax, your privates could wear a biohazard sign and be totally accurate.”

“Har…har..” He swings a pad at me I weave/lean back from it and use the shift in my stance to change my footing and come at him southpaw.

I beat on him and the pads slipping by his guard to land a shot to his ribs before he’s blocking again.

“No I mean it. I’m having a real issue.”

“Okay shoot.”

“Well there’s me and Kaylee. We’ve been going out and I’m really good with her and she’s awesome really and she’s funny and smart and she’s had my back this summer and I like the way that she makes me feel.”

“So…good then right?”

“Yeah really good actually except that she actually see’s me more as a lesbian date or a girlfriend than as a guy. Which isn’t bad and I kind of like….”

“Like what?” he swings a few more times with the pads trying to off balance me.

“I like the fact that I kind of feel sexy and kind of pretty when I’m with her.”

“Pretty…Sexy…Like a chick.”

“Yes and stop saying chick you’re not on the Jersey Shore.”

“Dylan if I didn’t know that you were my little brother I’d say that you were a pretty chi…you make a pretty girl and you don’t dress or act like a girl I have no ideal how’d you’d come across full on female mode.”

“Oh…”

“You still get wood?”

“Heck yeah nothing’s gone wrong there.”

“And you and Kaylee haven’t done the deed yet?”

“No, we’ve been waiting.”

“And you like Cheyenne.”

Huh…wha…how’d he…? Whummp…I get a pad upside of my head enough to stagger me really good a half dozen paces or so…Jax never pulled it and part of me is surprised that he didn’t and miffed maybe that he didn’t and now I’m actually glad he didn’t because he’s treating me as me and not the girl that I look like.

“Wow…I’m that obvious?”

“You and half the girls here. But you most of all. I’ve seen girls, women react to someone they really, really dig no matter what and you’re so fitting the profile.”

“Shit, shit…shit…”

“Deep shit because If you’re with Cheyenne around Kaylee you won’t be able to hide it.”

“Dammit what do I do?”

“Cheyenne into you?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Don’t sugar coat it then be a man.” He pad jabs me in my right boob with an evil big brother grin.

“OW!.....Mother fucker…that hurts…”

“Then keep your mind on the fight too…otherwise when we get home some hater’s going to knock your block off.”

“Okay man up…like how.”

“Well…you want to fuck Kaylee?”

“Jax…jessus, you gotta put it that way?”

“Uh-huh Mr. potty mouth fine do you want to have sex with Kaylee.”

“Yeah…I mean It’s part of the relationship that I’d like to have happen.”

“But you too will be going home to different towns after this Summer and you really think you’re going to have a non-sexual long distance relationship with her at your ages?”

“We could.”

“Dylan you could, maybe but more than likely not with how heavy you’re into Cheyenne and who knows who you’re going to run into or have become part of your life one you get home.”

“And Kaylee?”

“She’s a teenager too and a lesbian right or like lesbian with like bi leanings, she’s likely going to find someone too.”

“So…?”

“Make your move, on Kaylee…if she’s genuinely interested then it’ll be something big for you’re relationship and if not them she’s not ready to be with you or that she’s just not into that part of you and you can break it off clean and honestly and start seeing Cheyenne.”

“And what about Shy?” we go from the pads to the heavy boxing bag and I start striking as he’s spotting.

“She’s new to being here, she’s new to your life all you can do is ask if she’ll wait for you to take care of a few personal issues.”

“So…I’m supposed to say hey can you wait to see if my current girlfriend likes me for more than my boobs before we can like start dating? I can’t do that. God that’s so messed up Jax.”

“Yeah it is but it’s trying to be polite…if polite works at all in this case. But you want my honest opinion?”

“Yeah it’s why I’m here.”

“Break it off with Kaylee.”

“But she’s been with me the whole time and in my corner.”

“Yeah and she’ll always be a good friend.”

“I’m friend zoning her?”

“Look Dylan it’s really easy, if you were head over heels for Kaylee then Shy wouldn’t even be on your radar but she obviously is. So even if Kaylee is in love with the girl you she sees she’s not whatever…enough for you to be all about her…and it’s because you have doubts or she has doubts or both of you do and you don’t have these as much with Shy.”

“So…it’s more unfair to Kaylee to keep up this lesbian relationship going when I’m into Cheyenne.”

“Exactly, and tell her that. Be honest about it.”

“Like you do?”

“Actually yes, if I’m with someone then I’m with them but if I’m being pulled away from the girl I’m with I’ll come clean about it and not try to hide it. It’s actually why I still get dates from my ex’s because even if it hurts I’m honest with them and women don’t want the bullshit.”

“That makes sense, Hill sure could’ve used a guy that didn’t play games last year.”

“Yeah and he’s going to wish he had a spare pair if I ever run into him.”

“Yeah…”

We keep at it awhile and then we even glove up or Jax does and we spar a little. He’s taking it really easy on me but I’m actually getting to be better as the rust is coming off.

“You’ve gotten better?”

“Really?”

“You go from right to left seamlessly Dylan that’s rare as hell.”

“Really maybe it’s the whole chimera thing kicking in with like puberty and I’m like ambidextrous or something?”

“Maybe but it’s a good thing to have you should get into the ring at school.”

“Uhm no way not with a C-cup.”

“Yeah I can see that being an issue with the school.”

“Heck with the school getting hit in the boobs hurts.”

He laughs and we spar a bit longer and after that we hit the weights or rather Jax is hitting the weights and I’m spotting him and since I’m there.

It feels good to do some guys things again. I mean there’s not a lot of difference really in how the two sexes do stuff but there is?

It just feels masculagizing to hit, punch, grunt and lift with another guys and not get lumped into the female slot just because I really fit into that box at first glance.

The thing is at first glance and while I’m coming to terms with my feminine side it actually feels good to like just pull in on the whole male energy thing y’know? I’m bi-gendered…if you want to call it intersexed fine but as much as there’s people that don’t gender identify I do but with both.

And that’s the thing about Shy…I know she’s a girl but she’s such a guy so much of the time too and it just feels like she’d get me, and that she’d get me in a way that I’m still trying to get to with myself.

I stop after an hour of lifting with Jax and I’m sore from it but in a good way. He’s smiling and tossing me a towel. “I keep thinking that you’re not going to be as strong as you are Dylan, if anything you’re a bit stronger I think than the last time.”

“Well, I’ve had a manual labor job most of the summer Jax. I get it though honestly I don’t lookit it either when I look in the mirror but for some reason I think the girl hormones are making my skin look more girly and covering it up.”

“I get it Dylan like what the Dr.s have said but it’s still hella weird little brother.”

“Yeah? Try living with it.”

“No thank you…I know I couldn’t handle it. I don’t know how you can.”

“You…having a big brother sometimes helps me a lot. This really helped tonight Jax, not just the advice but you help me from getting lost in myself….and I think right now if I went too far one way or the other it would likely push me over some edge or something.”

“Hey…Dylan?”

“Yeah…?”

“Adopted, boobs, weird genes….I’m always going to be your big brother regardless of what you’re being when you need me.”

“Jax…” …….

He steps over and he hugs me hard. “If you’re both you’re both kiddo…if you’re being my little brother great and the same thing if you’re being my little sister…I’m you big brother…Big brothers love unconditionally y’know.”

(Big Glompy sniffles!) “Dammit Jax you suck…”

But I’m hugging him really tightly back and it’s like someone filled me with light or something because every part of me is feeling warm and safe and loved right now.

I really, really love my family.

We left go of each other and I go to my trailer and my light’s on and my door’s open and Shy’s in there and I think I locked it…? Maybe not. She’s making two mugs of hot chocolate. “Uhm hi?”

“Hi….I’m sorry, it’s just I thought after the whole moment you were having with your brother that you’d like a hot chocolate.”

“Oh you saw that huh.”

“More like…heard it.”

“Oh…” she looks me in the eyes.

“Dylan?”

“Yeah…”

“Careful it’s hot.”

“Uhm…oh…thank you…”

Okay I so thought she was going to say something else…like something important or stunning like something big but…wow…just…girl brain drama much there Dylan.

“Dylan?”

“Yes?”

“You wanna take a walk?”

“Uhm…sure…”

Shy grabs a blanket I have on the little bench seat to take with us and sort of holds with a few fingers of one hand and using the other fingers and the mug handle to still hang onto her hot chocolate… it’s so something that I’d try to do if I wanted to have a hand free to…

Shy reaches over and takes my hand in hers and it’s deep down electric…because that’s exactly what I was feeling…and she just…

Wow…

I’ve never felt like this in my life.



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