#trans fic

Goody had always treated him like a man, even when he had attempted to kiss Billy the first time, it had confused Billy to no end and he had been forced to reveal his secret, genuinely surprised when Goody looked unsure how to continue, as surely him being a “woman in disguise” had to be better than Goody being sexually attracted to a man. They hadn’t talked much for a few days after and Billy had half expected to be abandoned in the next town, but as they set up camp one night, Goody came and sat beside him, “Are… you a man?” he asked slowly, and Billy was unsure how to answer, “What?” “Are you? You’re dressed like one, you call yourself Billy… are you a man?” he asked, “I don’t know how to be clearer than this,” he sounded exasperated, more at himself than Billy though, “I…” Billy paused then, looking down at his dirty boots, men’s boots, he’d tried so hard to reinvent himself after he left his parents, to be Billy Rocks and not… not her… “Yes… I am a man,” he said, he’d told himself a thousand times, it sounded bizarre saying it out loud, “Thank God,” Goody sighed, Billy looking up in confusion, turning his head just in time for Goody to kiss him. Billy pushed him away and frowned, “What…” “Billy… I’ve spent a long time questioning who I am… I came to a conclusion I can live with and I’ll be damned if I’m going to go through that inner hell again unnecessarily,” he explained and Billy didn’t understand, “I… find myself inclined toward my own kind,” he admitted, Billy nodding along dumbly but not truly following, “I found myself inclined toward you,” he spoke slowly, “To something growing between us,” Billy had felt that too, but didn’t know how to react to it, “When we kissed and you said…” he trailed off, “I had a long think, and I said to myself Goodnight, just ask, if he’s a woman then you have some things to reconsider, if he ain’t, well take his word for it and kiss the man,” he laughed and Billy cracked a smile too, uncertain and slightly worried, but something felt genuine about Goody’s words and his smile, and he found himself leaning in and kissing Goody again.

When she rose from the floor and left her body behind, she left the skirt with it. Stood in front of Edwin in a tank top and slacks, and ran from Death in clothes that felt better on her skin even as she could barely feel her skin at all.

Once the comparison made me feel small, but now, every time we kiss I know my jaw is sharper, one day I'll be strong enough to pin him too, push him to the tile, my beard will scratch against his sensitive inner thighs and he will shiver the way I do.

He’s finally done after almost a year of work, jjk trans coming of age fic surrounding Megumi and Nanako finally, finally up