Every fortnight ermiliablog hosts a photograph suggested by contributors. People are urged to join in, comment with their paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. Poems, stories, even comments by readers are welcome.
Do I really want to go through with this? Do I really want to become a man? So many pills. Will it work though? And do I want a hairy chest? Hair on my face? I’ll have to cut my hair.
I guess no tits will be nice for my lover. Luckily, I’m pretty tall. And I get to keep my nipples, if I do it the slow way.
I know she’ll leave me if I don’t become a man, if I stay a woman.
”I need a man!” she’d whispered, hoarsely, finally, head in the palm of her hands.
”You would do that, really? For me? She answered, when I told her.
So the pills first. Then the operations. Especially that one. GRT. Genital reconstructive procedure, or reassignment.
”What size will it be?” She shocked us by asking, while she sweetly held my hand.
My first penis. Cock. The doctor had discreetly murmured there were limits. The pills would enlargen..it..what I have, to between four and five centimetres, then he said, he cuts it from the labia and lowers it by cutting again… to have it in the normal ..place.
I’ll still be able to yes… I would get..erect, and yes, I would feel pleasure,after I recover from surgery.
So all I have to do is start the pills. Get the first one down me.
”How much is five centimetres in inches?” She’d asked me, after the doctor’s. ”I mean like, is that normal?”
”Its about two and a half inches.”
”Wow.” She’d answered. ”I mean, they can make it grow..that size?” She’d added quickly.
”With the testosterone pills, yeah.” I’d said. That size, she’d said, not, that big, or so big?
”He was sure you’d be able to…penetrate?” She said after some silence while stirring coffee in the small corner coffee and tea house.
”Yeah, he was sure.” I’d mumbled back.
I should have started the pills earlier.
Of course, in a way you could say I did technically start.
I’ve already given her five pills, one in each bowl of cereal, in the morning. Luckily, she likes her sugar.
More here of Picture it & Write
Pingback: It’s Friday, time to share the best of the week | livingsimplyfree
Now, if she’d bought a “strap-on”, there’s have been no story! Ever since I saw a serialisation on telly of Sarah Water’s ‘”Tipping the Velvet”, I’ll never forget a particular scene involving lesbians having a party in Victorian times. LoL
Yet again, you deliver some brilliant and inventive writing!
Yikes! You certainly made me chuckle with that one – Victorian lesbians…now there’s a theme!
Love where that ended up!
Well, just desserts…not even one kind word said…more than right to turn the tables, in my opinion! Thanks for that nice comment!
Cool!
Thanks! Yes, got to be different
My friend Kelly went the other way. It was a really emotionally painful journey, not just with the pills, but the reactions to the hormones, family backlash and everything. I wouldn’t have thought any of this stuff.
It must be really difficult, to put it mildly – well, I knew it had to be different rather than a pale copy of what I had already read.
I’m never trying to force anyone anywhere, Pirate… Kelly’s an amazing person and it’s all on her blog if you have a few extra tears. http://locatingkelly.blogspot.com/
Thank you – appreciated. Will pass by there.
Such a peculiar and intriguing story, yepirate! I loved the unexpected ending. It was a fascinating read. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
- Ermisenda
You never disappoint, I love what you do with the photos.
One has to try to be original or different when one can! Thanks!
Reblogged this on This is Rated NC-17 and commented:
This short story reminded me of being in art school. I was a pretty good at figure drawing, except when it came to one particular female model, Ashton. No matter how I tried, I could not draw Ashton’s naked body. The lines never came out right. One afternoon, after an hour of profuse use of my white rubber eraser, I threw down my pencil in disgust. Why wasn’t this working for me? I had heard rumors that Ashton had previously been a boy. I contemplated her body for a few minutes before once again picking up my pencil and sharpening the lead with my mat knife. I thought of Ashton now as a male model lying before me, even as I drew her round breasts and hips, and shaded the darkness between her legs.
The lead flowed smoothly and surely across my paper.
So nicely written – and so intriguing, how making small changes in your imagination spurred on creativity so easily. Hearing the rumours…well, the episode has the feel of an interesting short story to me as told – so really lovely comment to have here on the page. Thank you so much.
Thank you for saying so.
Until this episode, I didn’t realize how much I am trying to “feel” the subject matter through my medium. No matter what is on the surface, I need to delve deeper to make a connection with what is truly in front of me. I also didn’t realize that I draw men and women differently! There is an angularity to men; it is subtle, but one must be willing to stop abruptly before proceeding. With women there is a liquid serpentine flow.
Thank you for jogging my memory with your fascinating short and giving me some food for thought as I go about my day.
x
Well, it certainly is interesting reading the words of an artist. Actually what you say feels very true. Do you find it difficult drawing flowers?
You mean self-portraits? : ) I don’t know. It has been a while. I have eyeing my inks. I will draw a flower for you later this week as an experiment! Do you have a favorite flower, my romantic pirate, or is it my choice?
Ahh..but you have a lovely heart! If you really have time for that then it would be amazing – but even your thought counts..my favourite flower..well..don’t know name so will send photo link!
Where should I look for the photo link, my pirate?
I’m so sorry took so long, was just pillaging a bit ..
I’m so sorry took so long, was just pillaging a bit ..
Sorry for the wait again -
this is my favourite – its exotic, erotic, not too soft and sweet, and great to offer as a tease, for humour or potential to embarrass as well as state honest feelings.
http://www.hawaiian-flower.org/hawaiian-flower-anthurium-flower
Thank you, My Pirate!!! I am very familiar with anthuriums. I have some on my patio and outside my front door. I know a bit about them. I will see if I can’t squeeze out some drawings soon and post.
I will let you know how well the medium flows and whether I have any difficulty. : )
Oh don’t worry! Its the thought that counts! Keep thinking and posting!
ALSO A VERY APPROPRIATE FLOWER FOR THIS THREAD!
Haha!!!! You made me laugh and laugh..even now hard to type!
: D Yeah. The flowers are hermaphrodites!!!
Wow! It gets funnier!
Also they appear to be one thing (a flower), but they aren’t.
What are they? This is becoming fascinating…
gosh..the ending, of course, was amazing…
It needed a bite – and I knew it had to be different. I thought many would deal with pills and depression, which is very, very difficult to do well – but I feel you did it very delicately
Good piece, an unexpected ending.
OMG!
I realized that the picture is only a reference to the pills!
and I also learned how to say “cock.”
a dirty word!
The story is nice .. bravo!
vento
You made me laugh and laugh very much!!!! And the word is funny from you!
in Italy all the say, even teenagers … that is unpleasant to the mouth of the young girls of 13 years … but I’m a bit ‘all old!
All the world over!
also .. but I’ll tell you!
Well you say it in a different way – beautifully..so yes, tell me..anywhere in the world………..and you are not a bit all old! You are a woman – Tuscany wine is not good fresh from the bottle – needs time. Your best times too!
8???? bello!! bellissimo NUMERO … è infinito … vieni il vento!
8 … number is infinite …as the wind! ops!!! come il vento….
Ah…but you are the wind…and I am just a simple tree!
.. of course!
but always in my life I have identified as a tree
with deep roots but the leaves always outstretched to the sky and blowing in the wind!
I’ve always had a great imagination!
I can see that – in your poetry..
Merci Belle Vent…je suis maintenant d’accord…!…..Ton jeune ami…! Haha!
If you feel like writing a poem for this and linking, I can help with translation, of course. Then you can have in Italian and English
Very inventive indeed!
Uh
You have my full attention. I am enjoying this
I’m looking for your story now!
Today… Today… Today…. I will write today.
You are the taskmaster aren’t you?
*wipes the perspiration from her delicate brow and begins the task laid before her.
Here, take some tissues scented with herbs and keep going…you have a marvellous way with the written word..
genius!! how unexpected! ^^
Well..you can guess where that idea came from…! Those sun-kissed ..hairy bikini clad..etc etc..!
hahaha!!!! but still…. it’s amazing how your mind works ^^