20141220 nanowrimo chap 23
No Man’s Land – pt 103
– “bastogne”
– Chapter 23
– jeri
– Up – 01/13/3 (03)
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» » I had done few really messed-up things in my life but Jack changed all that.
» From him, I learnt that you could do messed-up things and get messed-up for a good reason. He taught me sacrifice.
» Sometimes, things just got messed-up.
» There were three of them: Rosa, Dora and Jack; Somehow they were one person. A connection between twins is absolutely understandable, as there is at least shared filial (good word!) genetics and possibly a shared home environment; but, for them to have a soul-mate separated by Time and gender made no sense wattsoeva.
» Even finding Century old biotech in them did not explain their connection.
» So, they accepted the only solution that made any sense to the experts: Aliens!
» We went to a dorcas hive to let the trio see what was going on in their heads; and, that is what I want to tell you about.
» Eventually.
» In a bit.
» You see, after that, we went on a road-trip. My nan, Alicia, lent us a twelve-seater roadster and we nearly packed it out.
» Rosa, Dora, Jack, Nula, José, Lee-Loo, Tod, Shalisa, Bastien and me.
» So, much oestrogen.
» Todd was king.
» We took a ferry from Port Winestain down the Guelf and landed at Sandtone. Then, the drive started.
» We had stops on the way.
» I knew the trio in intimate infinite detail; they had chosen me as paramour prima inter pares. Which was the most flattering relationship I could imagine.
» (Oh! Now I get it. Pares is like parity.)
» When we were out as a foursome, at cafés people treated me as their hubby. Even if Jack was manned-up.
» A street-cammer once took our picture and I saw how they doted on me.
» At first, I refused to be their special one; but I eventually saw that I wanted and needed that relationship with them. I was the only one who could understand and accept their kinks as they accepted mine.
» I would go to bed with one, wake up with another and go out with the other.
» And, it was that thing where you don’t even think about it; it’s just “normal”.
» And, for that reason, they had chosen me as their guide through their own minds. I wasn’t hooked-up, on-lined and in-synch with them; I was a digital-ghost, a duppy; invisible to all their personality projections but not invisible to them, my hosts.
» Rosa and Dora were messed-up.
» But, Jack? Words cannot describe.
» But, I will try.
» Later.
» We spent six hours in t’inter-alia alcoves, but, subjectively, it was much longer; it was that dream-like passage of time (small “T”).
» Never have I been more glad that I had a therapist. But, also, never had I been more thankful for an experience that could make me appreciate life, lives and even my shitty little lot in life.
» I lay in bed with Jack that night. Sex was the first thing on our minds, but we were suffering a post-submersion withdrawal.
» Jack did not need to talk.
» I needed him.
» I cuddled upto him and miss malleta responded to me; I just held the naughty little thing. I had learnt from the merge that my boyfriend had a girl’s brain in an XY body but that she liked girls more than she liked guys. In corprofile terms, Jack was [feminine gender neutral]: He did not care what was between people’s legs.
» His sluttiness was from generations of selective breeding. Cleverly done selective breeding. Jack’s relatives (they were all related in that county) had been bred to have feminine bodies; in him these traits were wide hips, a long thin neck and long legs. But of other heritable characteristics, sexual promiscuity was third or fourth on the list of behavioural traits.
» I got to see the documents.
» The mothers had hit a motherlode of sexual licentiousness when they harvested, selected and cultured the gametes (Ooh, I’m hot today!) of his mother and father.
» Of primary physical sex characteristics, the mothers had selected performance and functionality over size.
» Jack’s wasn’t the biggest (it was a grower not a shower) but it was the hardest.
» He wanted to cut it off to be a girl.
» I’m skipping ahead.
» While in the merge, I had seen who and what I was to the trio. And, I’d seen Hector (and Simon). But, there was another person in there that seemed to have been imprinted in their collective conscious.
» Janet.
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