The Trans / Androgyne Practice
by Neale
Sourna
Copyright Neale Sourna 2013
Synopsis: Locked in a coffin
for an Initiation practice, Kar is terrified; but Dev is the only one to offer
help. And Dev, who all Kar's friends dislike, is the one Kar truly wants. It's
gonna be a long three day weekend.
JamesPattersonContest, transexual, androgyny, androgynous,
love, love :), initiation, graduation, school, school assignment, coffin,
terrified, friends dislike,
We lay in my stark coffin, side by side, in pitch black.
Why? ’Cause who wants to lie in their coffin alone the first time?
“You okay?” Devon
queried, cautiously, like I was a baby, who might explode into screeching hysterics
any second. Leg touching mine, Devon’s warm grasp
fumbled for my cold sweaty hand; I clutched, tightly.
“Ouch! Cut your claws, Kar. Or wear olives on your
fingertips.”
“That was fun.”
“Delectable.”
“No food talk, Dev.”
“You could lose some LBs, Kar. Ow! Claws. Make me bleed out and it’s gonna get way messy in three days
of this.”
“Alone. Together.”
Devon gulped, then silence. Devon’s hand in mine was—warmness, and Dev’s leg along
mine—delicious; I tilted my head until my forehead touched D’s. “Glad you’re
helping me. Being alone in a casket, buried underground for Initiation freaks
me awful. How d’you stay so calm?”
“Been alone a lot.”
“ ’Cause everyone avoids you.” D snickered.
“And everyone loves
you. Why didn’t you ask your real friends, Kar?”
“Did. ‘Kar, you can’t be serious,’ ‘stop playing.’ Or ‘you’ll
always be a sub-apprentice,’ if I don’t pass. Th-They....”
“Don’t get that this
terrifies you. But, then, you’ve never been truly alone; without friends,
family.” Wait for it.... “Or, buried
in a wood box, while healthy ... without one wrinkle.”
“Unfunny, idiot.”
“But I’m your ‘idiot’.” Wow. Dev sighed. “You’d never have asked, if your real—.”
“STOP saying ‘real friends’. You’re my real, true friend.”
Long silence.
“We’ll see, Kar, after ingesting nothing but seeds and
water, then pissing, possibly shitting in those baggy things; unless we seal ’em
wrong, lying in a REAL stinky mess; a smell we can’t escape. Plus, no bathing
and limited movement with us two squeezed in her, no sitting up or....”
“Ran out of stupid stuff to say, didn’t yah?” Devon chuckled; a pleasant, rare sound. Beautiful.
“So, gorgeous K, what’re you gonna tell them, your real…, your other friends?” I
touched my ... our coffin.
“What they’ll think doesn’t seem important.”
“Now. But, then.... Nevermind. Initiation’s important, for
our futures. Helping each other.”
“How am I helping you,
Dev?” There was throat clearing before D’s soft answer.
“I-I like being with you.” Dev’s voice gained conviction.
“Whether you consider me your friend, I’m yours, completely. And love that you
asked me; so, I can give selfless.... Selfless service is required to graduate;
but, I don’t really feel selfless. I adore you. I’d do just about anything for
you.”
“ ‘Just about’...?”
“I’d say anything, but you’d have too much power over me.
I can’t allow that.” I smiled in the pitch black, until it spilled out as giggles,
then full laughter. “What’s so funny, Kar?”
“You know me better than my ‘real...’. Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
“We are gonna be so foul Tuesday. But, foul together.”
“Your smell on me, and mine on you; an all new scent.” Wow.
“What’s wrong, Kar?”
“Th-That was the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
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