Gender exploration Stories

It was Henry who still fought. He served breakfast in bed. Strong, motherfucking coffee for me, honeyed tea for her. Bacon and pancakes laced in syrup. And on my plate, a small square of Belgian chocolate. The ones that would have me squeeze my legs together and feel. “I’ll let you…” His words drifted as he shut the door behind him. Alice sat, crossed her legs, and picked up her plate. Bacon and pancakes? You’d have to wr...

I woke with a jolt, stirred from a dream that wasn’t mine. Alice was murmuring in her sleep, words tangled and soft, lost in the haze of unconsciousness. Her nose twitched, delicate and restless. Then, suddenly—her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, they wandered, unfocused, flickering like candlelight before finding me. “Babe,” she whispered, voice rough and cracked from sleep, “I dreamt you weren’t here.” Then, without...

The world erupted in heavy thuds at the front door, reverberating through the house and even into Alice's sacred haven, her bedroom. I woke with a start, my heart racing, the sound pulling me out of a haze. Disoriented, I blinked at the dim, jewel-toned light that lingered faintly from the night before. This wasn’t my bed. But then it dawned on me, and a small, sleepy smile began to curve my lips. I was here. With Alice....

The morning light crept through the edges of my curtains, bathing my room in a muted, gray glow. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, the remnants of my dream clinging to my senses. The steam, the glances, the tension—it was all still there, vivid and raw, leaving me breathless and lingering like a sense of loss. The faintest tremor ran through my body as I closed my eyes, trying to shake the memory. But she whispered, "D...

My senior year of high school was nothing short of an ongoing hell. Every corner of the school felt like a trap, where my bullies could torment me undisturbed instead of offering even the smallest refuge. There wasn’t a single place I felt safe, no sanctuary where I could let my guard down. So, I stayed in sight, lingering where the teachers—those few who still cared—might keep an eye out. It wasn’t much of a shield, but...