#trans!tommy

[loucifersbitch]

midnight desperation bucktommy | rated E | 1100 words

Tommy wakes in the middle of the night with a…pressing…need.

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[ikarosapollo]

“billy cant be a trans boy because he and tommy are supposed to be identical”

fool theyre both trans boys

[yikesharringrove]

hi ! i’ve been binging your writing recently and i was wondering if you’re comfortable with writing something with trans!tommy ? it could be tomgrove, stommy or kegboys i genuinely don’t mind i just love that as a hc! as long as you’re comfortable with it 💕

Of course! I’m Stommy for life, so that’s the vibe. Also the timeline is all over the place rip I hope you can actually follow this. Tommy is ftm (and Latinx ayyo)

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Tommy was seven years old when Steve helped him cut all his hair off.

Until then, it had been long, always worn in neat braids and ponytails down to his mid back.

But he hated it, said it made him look like a girl, that he wanted a proper boys cut, like the one Steve had.

So they stole the big kitchen shears, and giggled as brown hair hit the bathroom floor.

His mother was livid.

She spent a good twenty minutes shrieking at them in Spanish, Steve only getting enough of a gist to understand why she was so angry. Had held Tommy’s hand while she lectured them.

Tommy had learned early on in life to keep Steve near him at all times.

Steve was sweet, and was always looking for ways to make Tommy smile. When Tommy was red-faced, close to tears and told Steve I’m a BOY, Steve just held his hand and said me too!

Back when his hair was still long, when his mother still ruffled it and called him mija, she used to tell him he would grow up and marry Steve one day. That they were fated to be together.

That stopped the day his mom had to take clippers to his choppy hair in an attempt to even it out.

But honestly, Tommy’s favorite thing about Steve was that he was a boy, and how it affected his mother. Meaning his mom would call up the stairs, chicos, vengan aquí. La cena está lista. She would come into the back yard, laughing and smiling with a ¿dónde están mis hijos?

He could pretend she was calling him her son, her boy.

When Tommy told her what was actually going on, that the haircut wasn’t the act of a bad kid, but of two little boys who wanted to be happy, she didn’t understand, but she understood.

So he got to live as Tommy, got to be himself.

And Steve stayed by his side the whole time.

He was there when Tommy was fourteen and got his first period, curled behind him in bed and rubbed his belly, let Tommy cry into his chest, pressing kisses into his hair. When he got his driver’s liscence and a new car at sixteen, he drove Tommy to Chicago, to the only doctor in the area that would give him shots of testosterone.

He helped with those too, smiling softly at Tommy as he sanitized the area, gave him a shot in his thigh, kissing his belly after each one.

Tommy doesn’t really know when he and Steve got together. They just, always kinda have been. It’s just always been Tommy and Steve. He’s been calling Steve cariño since he could speak he thinks, been holding his hand since the day they met.

Steve has always been touchy, been giving with his hugs, with soft kisses.

They used to practice kissing when they were eleven, twelve, wanted to be good at it when they both got girls.

But Tommy didn’t, really want a girl, he just wanted Steve.

“I don’t know, Stevie. I mean, I don’t know if a girl would actually, would actually go for me.” He was laying on his side on his bed, Steve curled up facing him. They were fifteen, and Steve was in the middle of a growth spurt, his features sharpening. He was becoming a man right in front of Tommy.

Tommy sometimes looked at Steve’s emerging jawline, the hair that has begun sprouting on his chest, and sometimes he got jealous, and sometimes, he felt, felt something else.

“Why not? You’re a fucking catch.” Steve’s eyes were soft. “If a girl doesn’t like you for who you are, she doesn’t deserve you.”

That was the first night they kissed for real, not just practicing.

It was sweet, and Steve’s hands were big and soft on Tommy’s cheeks.

And since then, they stopped talking about girls.

They had sex for the first time after a party at Steve’s parents house.

They were home, had brought in all of Steve’s dad’s clients and coworkers, had brought in important state officials, all kinda of Indiana royalty. Steve spent the whole party with a fake smile plastered on his face, ended up stealing a bottle of vodka from the bar, brought it to Tommy’s house, crawled through his window, making Tommy laugh when he fell.

It was tender, and Steve held his hand the whole time, kept asking is this okay? and let Tommy keep his shirt on, his two sports bras.

Steve kissed him like he was precious, held him like he was something important.

Steve went slow, pressed soft kisses to his neck, whispered in his ear that he felt so good and tell me to stop and I will and I love you, Tommy.

Tommy stared at him with wide eyes, his cheeks red. He was panting into Steve’s neck, his hands scratching down Steve’s back, was breathing out te quiero.

Steve held him close afterwards, ran soft fingers over his body, made him feel safe and cared for and precious.

Steve always let Tommy initiate sex from then on, didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Because sometimes, sometimes Tommy hated his body, hated that his cock was small, was made from the hormones Steve helped him put into his upper thigh.

And Steve didn’t want to touch him in a way that made him feel bad, knew sometimes he was just hurting inside and Steve touching his chest, or sliding his hands down the front of his pants would make it so much worse, make him feel bad and wrong.

But Steve always looked at him like he was perfect, made him feel perfect.

[gillianflails]

Tommy sits with the Rangers

(This has only the vaguest start and no end to it at all, but it’s the first snippet I’m going to post because it’s the only I’ve worked on most recently. See bottom for more notes.)

When he meets Kim at the circle of desks during his first detention with her, he thinks Rita has blown it before it even began. He can feel the other Rangers. He knows these five are the Power Rangers better than he knows his own name. He can't see any way they won't immediately know he's the new Green Ranger.

But then they don't. They show no sign they know he is who he is. Kim introduces him, pulls a chair up for him between her and Trini. Trini's doing the same chemistry homework he brought, looking like she's breezing through problems he'd given up on after ten minutes of staring at them. Billy, on her other side, has twenty four colored pencils precisely lined up, and he's using them to sketch out some sort of elaborate blueprint. Tommy doubts he would understand it if all five of them tried to explain it to him. Zach is on Kim's other side, mostly asleep in his chair, clearly not intending to work on anything but his beauty rest. Jason, beside Zach and across the table from him, is staring Tommy down. There's more curiosity than hostility, and he and Kim appear to be having a conversation entirely in expressions, though Tommy's damned if he knows what they're saying.

Trini reaches over Billy's pencils, careful not to bump the desk and disturb them, to point at something on his schematic. It gets Jason's attention, and he leans into Billy's space to comment on what she sees. When Jason leans back again, Billy picks up the green colored pencil and starts adding lines.

Trying to act like he isn't hyperventilating because they have to know, Tommy pulls out his chemistry homework and goes back to his staring contest with it. Kim nudges him, her own homework-math, he thinks- laying on the table in front of her. When he looks up at her, she jerks her head in Trini's direction. 

(This is the first snippet of my Trans!Tommy verse I’m going to post. It isn’t necessarily the earliest bit of it, though it is the earliest one I’ve written. Probably most of what I post is going to be just moments, little blips in time based on a thought I had and wanted to explore. This one was the idea that Tommy can feel that the others are the Power Rangers. He should be evil in this, because in the original he was working with Rita at the equivalent of this point, but that doesn’t particularly come through too much.)

Also, while I really doubt it will happen, I am DYING for Tommy to be trans in the Power Rangers sequel.