college au revival. I love these fuckers
something I’ve been thinking about for a minute. just one of the handful of things I’ve meant to do. I’ve literally had this idea since last month so. lil bit of new info.
update after I finished this: this became something entirely unexpected but I hope you find it as funny as I did
finally returning to writing tag @svwhssftr
Mako folded his hands over his stomach and turned his head to peek at his bedside clock.
One in the morning. He had been awake all night.
Crow had been, too, working on God-knew-what for one of his classes. Mako was never quite sure which classes he had—his major seemed to change every week.
“Crow?” Mako weakly said, lifting his freakishly long legs to kick the divot above him where Crow would be.
“Huh?” Crow drowsily responded, shifting his position.
“You do too much of that.”
“I want to know what you think.”
“Are you going to tell me, or are you just going to sit there all mysterious?”
“I was helping Gale for one of his fashion projects the other day, and we were going through all that he had made, and he was like ‘You can take anything you might want.’ And I was like, ‘None of this is stuff I would wear.’ But he was like, ‘At least try something on. You have the perfect model silhouette.’ So, I just took two random things he picked out and tried them on.”
“What does this have to do with anything?”
“It was, like, this really fluttery top and super short skirt. And I felt ridiculous. But he was all like, ‘You look stunning, go look in a mirror.’ And I did.”
“What, did you break it because you were so ugly?”
Crow softly laughed. “Sorry, continue.”
“It just felt right, something about it.”
“Then you should model for him. Why is this so difficult for you?”
“It’s deeper than just liking how I looked. I don’t know.”
“You think you’re trans or something?”
“No. I’m a guy. I couldn’t imagine being a woman. That’s not for me.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t too great, from my experience.”
“But you’re more or less a guy, and you wear skirts and makeup and shit all the time. I don’t know why this is fucking with me.”
“I wear long goth skirts and eyeliner and shit. Everything I do is in an androgynous 80’s way. You don’t seem to be buying into that shtick.”
“Yeah, it’s not like… whatever gender you are. Do you label yourself?”
“I’m if Danny Elfman vomited up Robert Smith’s leftovers. That’s how I label myself.”
“That means nothing to me.”
“Do I even have to label myself?”
“Should I be concerned about this? I mean, I liked being perceived like that. Something softer. Something feminine.”
“I wouldn’t be concerned.”
Mako crossed his legs at his knees and deeply sighed. “Like, I wouldn’t mind getting dressed up like that and going out, you know? Being seen like that and not just… some guy all of the time.”
“Understandable frustration.”
“When I think of myself, I think of what you see. Normal looking dude. Voice may be a dead giveaway that I’m not exactly straight, but—“
“Yeah, you talk like a valley girl.”
“Hm. I like who I am, but I would also be happy as whoever I saw in that mirror covered in ruffles and pleats and glitter.”
“I don’t like drag. Too uncanny valley.”
“That’s why drag is fun, though.”
“I don’t want to look like a guy putting on a show. I want to look like how I looked in that mirror.”
Crow grinned like a possum. “You like ‘she?’”
Mako smothered himself with his pillow. “No, no I don’t.”
“Don’t be embarrassed if you do! It’s better to be happy with yourself than embarrassed about what never was.”
Mako threw down his pillow. “I did. I like ‘she.’”
“Look, this probably means nothing to you, but tall androgynous girls are hot as fuck. You’re not losing anything if you decide on this.”
“I don’t want to lose who I already am. I like ‘he.’”
“You can do both. Thoughts on ‘they?’”
“Eh. It’s fine. Whatever.”
“Alright. No particular feelings there. Got it.”
“I don’t want to have to change myself. That’s the issue.”
“You’re not changing yourself. You’re discovering what can make you better.”
“I guess so. It just seems like a lot of work.”
“But dressing yourself up is fun. You said it yourself.”
“It is fun. And I looked really pretty. Gale knows what he’s doing.”
“Have you told him about this?”
Mako sighed. “No. I don’t want to.”
“He’s gay. He’s not into women in the slightest. Not that I would be a woman, but I wouldn’t always be a man, you know?”
“Yeah, I can’t help you there. Strike thinks my fucked-up gender is sexy.”
“Thanks for sharing that my sister’s into that. Needed to know that.”
“You’re welcome. I doubt Gale will care that much if he liked you in that outfit.”
“She, she,” Crow repeated to himself. “This is my friend Mako. She’s majoring in biology. Isn’t she the biggest dork you’ve ever met?”
“What are you doing?” Mako giggled.
“Practicing for you so I don’t mess up.”
“You don’t have to always do that. People will think I’m a guy. It’s okay.”
“So, you like both she and he for yourself?”
“Sweet. Glad we got that worked out. Now go to bed.”
“Is there, like, a word I should know? If someone asks why?”
“You can say it’s none of their business.”
“But if they’re like, ‘Oh, are you trans?’ what should I say? Because I’m not. But I’m also not not.”
“Just say you don’t like to label it.”
“But I have to label everything or else I’ll explode.”
“That’s your prerogative. Just from this conversation, your gender seems pretty fluid.”
“Genderfluid? I’m alright with that.”
“It’s weird at first, but you get used to it. Trust me, you’ll feel so much better in your skin once you start getting into the groove of it.”
“Fuck, I’ll have to tell my dad. He’s going to make fun of me so bad.”
“Isn’t he pretty accepting?”
“Oh, he won’t care that I’m not cis or whatever, he’ll just think it’s funny that I’m doing all this for some slutty skirts and blouses.”
“That is kinda funny,” Crow murmured.
“Well, at least he’ll finally have one full daughter. Strike barely counts as a woman, so I can make up for the other half.”
Crow laughed. “Tell you what, her tits let you know—“
“I’m going to stop you right there. I’m going to bed.”
“Strike’s gonna make fun of you, too, by the way.”
“Eh, I don’t care what she has to say.”
Mako clutched Mother as she curled her legs to her chest. “God, I’m exhausted. G’night.”
Mako’s body lightened as she neared her first decent sleep of the week.
“The fuck is that?” she murmured. There was no response.
“Are you seriously flicking your bean right now?”
“Why does it matter to you?”
“Chances are, you’re about to smell it, too.”
“You are so fucking gross.”
“Your fault for mentioning Strike’s tits.”
“You were the one who brought that up!”
“Damn it, shut up, I’m close. You’re ruining the mood.”
“Get your hands out of your nasty crotch and go to bed!”
“Fuck!” he sharply inhaled.
“Don’t worry, I had a towel down.”
“You just keep a cum rag up there?”
“Eh, that tracks, Gale isn’t much to jerk off to.”
“You’ve never fucked him. You wouldn’t know.”
“It’s nice to hear that accent begging at your feet for your cock. Just throwing that out there.”
“That just dried me out. You won’t have to worry about me doing this again tonight.”
“Good. Your cum smells awful.”
“Ask your sister how it tastes next time.”
“You are a seriously depraved individual.”
“At least I don’t prance around with my cock tucked under tiny skirts and flouncy blouses, whatever that means.”
“Are you seriously being transphobic to me? This early?”
“It’s how I show my love.”
“Yeah, I prefer that to the fish fry you just had up there.”
“You chose to room with me.”
“Yeah, that was before you started fucking my bitchass sister.”
“And I chose this before you started shagging the world’s most obnoxious, pretentious fag known to man. He deserves to get pegged. I hope it hurts.”
“I’ll think about you next time I see him walking a little funny.”
“I’ll fuck him extra hard next time, just for you. His cum smells much better than yours, anyway.”
“Probably smells like fish and chips.”
“Fuck you!” Mako cackled.
“Your sister already does that for me. She’s your dad’s favorite, by the way.”
“At least my dad’s alive.”
“Alright, bud, I say we call this one a truce.”
“I’m sorry. Was that too far?”
“That’s what Strike asks me every time we—“
“I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.”
“I take that as a forfeit. Ha! I win another round of senseless insults.”
“You have way too much time to think on your hands. Go to bed.”
Crow expertly threw his cloth over his bed into his laundry basket. “I should probably do that.”
