Nella stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Her long brown hair was damp from the shower and she clung to the oversized towel she held around her body. Her blue eyes stared at her reflection as she slowly lowered the towel to bunch around her waist. She swallowed thickly as she stared at her flat chest. She waxed before the shower so she was smooth to the touch. Her hand touched between her pecks and she frowned. She let her hand trace down between her abdomen and felt at the ridges of her subtle sixpack. She was petite, but lithe and not at all as soft and curvy as she wanted to be. She took a deep breath and dropped her towel. It slit down her long smooth legs, the only part of her aside from her hair she felt was feminine, though they lacked the expected plumpness around the thigh area. She certainly couldn’t pull off the desired model gap, because of what she had at the crux of her thighs. She stared at her flaccid penis and told herself she was just checking her bikini wax hadn’t missed any stray dark hairs. Her hands lowered to touch the smooth skin of her cock, but only to reach behind it and her scrotum. She parted her legs and reached further back to slide her finger along the slit of her vaginal opening. Nella shuddered and contemplated crooking a finger inside of herself. The thought of chasing an orgasm made her penis thicken with interest, which put her off entirely.
“Ahem.” Nella released her sex and walked over to her wardrobe. She took out a pair of nude gaff panty shapers and stepped into them. She tucked herself in accordingly and walked back over to the mirror. “Much better.” Nella smiled and put her hands on her hips, feeling more feminine already no she was comfortably tucked. She opened the other wardrobe door that didn’t have the mirror she was using, and hummed over what to wear. Today I am getting a fresh start. I’m just a girl looking to fit in and hopefully make a couple of friends. One would do though. She also wanted to make a better impression on Frankie when he got here.
Things had gotten so bad this last month at school she stopped caring as much about her appearance. What was the point? When her classmates were only going to pour something on her hair and clothes? Water? Soup? Slime? Mud? Not anymore. Nella pointed to one side and cleared her throat. Nope. I’m not thinking about those losers anymore. They are trash, and I will never see them again. She nodded and reached in for one of her old favourites. She smiled and pulled on a pair of opaque grey tights, and a pleated grey and dusty pink skirt that came down to rest just above her knees. Nella tucked, as she enjoyed wearing skirts and dresses, but she gave up quickly on bras. She was so petite and scrawny that any bra that matched her frame made no difference anyway. She never wore anything tight enough over her chest for the tiny bra’s to be noticed. When she tried on the larger ones it was worse. They just looked fake and by extension made her feel fake. Maybe I’ll give them another go one day, but for now I’m happy enough going without. Most people can’t tell I’m mtf just by looking at me. Which was why she had so many fond memories going on vacation with her mother. Strangers didn’t know she wasn’t a ‘real girl’ and she could be herself. Nella couldn’t remember ever feeling free to just be herself at school, since they all knew and tormented her.
Nella was looking forward to going to school and not having to worry about her person or her property being bombarded by hateful pranks. To just be Nella Hendrix. To be on the outside the young woman she felt she was on the inside. “And hopefully Frankie meant what he said yesterday.” She pulled a cute dusky pink sweater over her head with a grey collared neckline. Nella felt butterflies as she walked over to her dresser table to start working on her face and hair. If he really doesn’t care that the long lost kid he never knew he had, turns out to be a hermaphrodite who identifies as a girl, then he’s already better than I could have hoped for.
She’d been brave enough to tell Frankie she was trans. She decided to leave out the part about having male and female sexual organs out of their first-ever conversation. I don’t think I’ll ever need to tell him. It doesn’t make a difference anyway. I’ve told him I’m a girl, and he says that’s fine. She tied her damp hair up as she started applying primer to her face. She was grateful that she was lacking in the whole facial hair part of puberty as of yet. The doctor explained that she was likely late to the hormone buffet due to having an imbalance caused by her hermaphroditism. Honestly, Nella didn’t mind. She’d dreaded having to shave her face and her body becoming masculine. When she didn’t develop breasts of any kind but her penis developed, she was worried her body was going to make a different choice than she had. If she didn’t have a vagina, her body would have been totally male. Externally, anyway. Plenty of hermaphrodites have one set of external sexual organs. Normally the difference is on the inside, but I’m a unicorn. I have both, and apparently they both function. Not hitting puberty when I should has stopped me bulking up too much, and my face is still relatively round.
Nella touched up some of her pimples with a concealer pen and began sponging on her foundation. She lifted her chin to make sure her makeup was smooth around her jaw and narrowed her blue eyes on her adam’s apple. That had started to bulge a bit more the last few months, but not unseemingly so. Some genetic women had larger Adam’s apples than hers. She made a mental note to grab her soft grey fashion scarf to help hide it. Nella moved on to apply smokey nude eyeshadow, curled her eyelashes, used mascara, blusher, bronzer, highlighter, fixing powder, and her favourite lipstick. It was only just pinker than her natural shade, dried matt, and lasted all day.
Nella blew her long brown hair dry, thick and straight, and used a round brush to dry her block fringe neatly over her forehead. She moved to stand in front of her mirror and tucked her sweater into her skirt at her waist and tugged it up a bit to make sure it didn’t cling to her chest. She brought some of her hair over her shoulders and left the rest to hand down to her mid back.
Nella looked herself up and down. “…ah.” She chuckled and retrieved the grey fashion scarf. She fussed with it around her neck and beneath her hair until she was happy with it. “There I am.” Nella smiled and put her hands on the subtle dip of her waist. She did a little twirl with a giggle and enjoyed the sight of her reflection.
“And how lovely you are.”
“M-mum!?” Nella flushed folded her arms over her chest. Ruby was leaning against the doorframe and beaming at her with a motherly smile. “Knock much?”
“Sorry.”
“Forgiven, jeez.” Nella wasn’t really cross, but she had boundaries to maintain. The teen gave her mother the once over and raised a brow. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Ruby pulled away from the doorframe and looked around herself with confusion. Trainers, jeans, and a large red chequered shirt. She rolled it up to her elbows and tucked it messily into her jeans. Her blonde hair was tied high up in a ponytail to keep it off her face. Unlike Nella, she was ready for some graft. “We’re moving house Nel. As always, I’m going to be doing the heavy lifting I take it?”
“I just did my hair.” Nella shrugged and slipped out of her bedroom with a grey leather purse in her hands. “I’m going to paint my nails in the car, so, they’re probably going to be wet when we get there.”
“Oh, are they? How convenient.” Ruby laughed and followed her daughter. All morning Ruby had been pulling her hair out over this move. In a matter of 48 hours Frankie Monroe had walked up to her front door and uprooted their lives. Ruby felt sick worrying about this all going terribly but didn’t dare share her concerns. Not when Nella had perked up for the first time in months. She was looking forward to it all. Getting to know her father and starting in a new school that would apparently accept her. Ruby hoped that was true. She really did.
Especially after Nella finally told her last night what really happened to get her permanently expelled from DP High. Ruby had never wanted to murder anyone before, but she did last night. Part of her still wanted to hogtie those nasty pieces of work for what they did to her daughter, but Nella begged her not to cause a scene. It was her word against theirs, which is why she was excluded in the first place. She never wanted to go back and the acceptance letter to GV High had come through yesterday afternoon. Special delivery. They even sent a welcome letter from her new Homeroom teacher Mr. Taylor. The only person who was ever able to reel Ruby in when she lost her temper was her daughter. Then again, she never lost her temper unless Nella was being mistreated. She was quite laid back the rest of the time.
“Just promise you’ll wear something nicer when you go for your interview tomorrow. Can I do your hair at least?”
“I would be honoured.” Ruby tried to kiss Nella’s cheek but the teen put both hands up as a barrier. “Oh, you put your fixing powder on already? Alright I know the drill.” Both ladies laughed and kissed the air at either side of their faces in a very French sort of way. “Alright madam. Are you ready for this?”
“More than ready. I’m excited.” Nella giggled and held her mother’s hands. Neither of them could remember the last time she was giddy about anything other than going on vacation. The door bell rang and Nella gasped. “I’ll get it!”
“Wait Nel!” Her daughter moved too quickly for her, way to quickly, and had the door open before Ruby could stop her.
“H-hi.” She stammered, looking up at Frankie and cautiously smiling. Today she had really made an effort to look nice.
“Hi.” Frankie stared down at her, his daughter, and thought she looked beautiful. Nella stared back at him, and Ruby watched from the background. Part of her didn’t like the idea of sharing her daughter with this stranger…but she couldn’t deny that his joy at seeing her appeared to be genuine. Ruby wasn’t drinking the Frankie Monroe Kool-aid yet, but she was hoping he would prove to be an okay dad, at least. “Oh, I got you this.” He thrust a pink teddy bear with a red love heart on it’s chest at her. Once Nella held it he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “I was going to get chocolate, but didn’t know if you were diabetic or lactose intolerant, or on a special diet, and-erm-I skipped over flowers in case you had hayfever. Is…this okay?”
Nella blinked up at him and turned the teddy in her hands to examine it. My dad just gave me a teddy bear. So what if she was 17. She bloody loved it.
“Yeah.” She hugged it to her chest and smiled up at him. “Thank you.” Nella dropped her gaze to his shirt and chuckled. “Oh how cute? You match.” Nella stepped out of the doorway and smirked at Ruby, bringing her into the conversation and the steely gaze of Frankie.
“Oh God.” Ruby was mortified. He was basically wearing the same red chequered shirt that she was. The black squares were larger and it was a different brand, but it would definitely look like they were intentionally trying to match. How would that look? Frankie moving his daughter and her mother into a new home and dressed like a couple? Oh, hell no. “I’m going to change. Nel, don’t go anywhere without me.”
“Sure.” Nella chuckled and shuffled her feet into a pair of suede boots with a wedge heel. She lowered briefly to tie her laces and resumed hugging the pink teddy to her chest. “So…?”
“Hmm?” He looked just as lost as she did with what to say next. Nella tipped her head to one side and her long brown locks swayed.
“I really don’t eat chocolate. Not because I’m diabetic or lactose intolerant or anything. I just watch my weight is all.”
“Oh, okay.” Frankie nodded politely.
“I like flowers, but I’ve never been given any.” She shrugged, and he started to smile at her. She’s making conversation with me. “I think I’d be a rose kind of gal. Pink ones. I like pink.” She lifted the bear up in the gesture.
“Noted.” He nodded, banking that for later. “So no hayfever. That’s good.” Werewolves with hayfever were rare, and lord they suffered in the summer months. “Did you get all the documents to your Mother’s email yesterday?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He nodded and wondered what to say next. Frankie was distracted by the rising smell of lavender. He inhaled deeply and his smile grew. Her pheromones are a little stronger today. Happy. “Erm, so, are you diabetic or lactose intolerant or anything?”
“Hmm? No.” He chuckled at her and nodded. It’s my turn. “I’m not much for flowers but I enjoy a good beer and fishing.”
“Oh, ew.” She shuddered. “You don’t put worms under your tongue, do you? I saw that on TV once. Gross.”
“No, I have a warm plate that makes the bait wriggle.”
“Pets?”
“Nope.”
“Significant other and or other children?” She tried to sound casual, but Frankie saw how she tensed and waited for him to answer.
“No.” He chuckled and put his hands on his hips. “I came looking for Ruby hoping to catch up. I wouldn’t have done that if I had a missus already. And no, no other kids. Just you.”
“Yeah. Me. And my Mum.” Nella pursed her lips and cleared her throat softly, just as she’d practised. “She’s single too, by the way.”
“Oh?” Frankie wasn’t interested. Not one bit. At least, he hoped his face gave that impression. He raised a brow at the blush on Nella’s cheeks. It didn’t take a genius to see what she was hoping for.
“Nope. Never brought a guy home. They were all one-date-flop-outs. In fact, I think the last guy she was with, was you?” Frankie bowed his head and chuckled. He shook his head before fixing his amused steely eyes on hers.
“I don’t think your mother would appreciate you telling me that.” Nella shrugged, unabashed. Thankfully Ruby returned and was oblivious to her daughter trying to pimp her out to her father. Frankie blushed as he looked at her. She had the same jeans on but now wore a thin turtleneck sweater, brown, and it hugged her every curve. His wolf’s tail started to wag at the sight of her lovely figure. Her long blonde hair was still tied back and her hands went to her hips when it became obvious Franki was staring.
“Well? Shall we start loading up the truck?”
“Yes Mam.” Frankie shook it off and wished she hadn’t changed out of the baggy shirt. He wished he’d worn something else just so she didn’t change. How was he supposed to concentrate with her dressed like that? His mind was supplying him with the memory of touching those damn curves and his wolf barked at him to do it again. His wolf puffed out his chest and wanted to lick her soft skin. Oh, I’m in trouble.
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