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Martin, trying to avoid eye contact, thanked me. ”I’ll definitely take you up on that.”
”You’re gonna be OK, Martin. I just know it” I reassured him.
”You really think?” she asked.
”Yep! And without knowing whether I’m a good judge of character, you’ll have to take my word for it! Oh, and, there’s just ONE more thing…”
”Hm?”
”My name is Vanessa Kryzynski. I go by ‘Ness’ though.”
Andy looked shell shocked. She couldn’t believe that she had forgotten to ask.
As I walked away whistling, knowing I’d get a chance to change this guy’s life FOR THE BETTER and not JUST fucking him in an arcade, and positioning myself to be a horrifying trauma vector. He leaned against the arcade’s window confused for what Threep tells me now was close to an hour.
Yeah, that’s a clue. Martin’s a trans girl. Good luck narrowing it down though, I know like four or five of them.
I won’t say if you’ve met her!
Because this story was fun to tell but not fun to live through! We had to work through things a lot. Look, sometimes you get yourself into a fun, porny situation and you’re like ”haha, I’m living the dream, I’m a cool sexy person that no one can stop!” and then you have to live through the repercussions of the interaction and you understand why these situations are fantasies.
I wouldn’t take it back for the world. You know, relationships are a lot of work, and when you’ve got a lot of relationships going on, the work compounds itself, but if you really like someone, it’s worth it. And I do really like this person. I would STILL be heartbroken if she had run further away, or even hid in the alley where I wouldn’t have looked. She just needed a chance, and I gave it to her, albeit in a clumsy, weird, horny way.
There ISN’T a point to the story, it’s just a thing that happened.
Unless, I dunno, you guys wanna try poly sometime?
It’s not NOT complicated.
Just consider it, and keep me updated, OK?
