The Talk
Title: "The Talk"
Author: zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery militarymomlove, her not!Brother's, Jojo, Alex, Jordan.
Notes: Rated PG, I guess, and you've all had it. Here's Crystal's. ALSO, should've said this before, if you see any errors that make your eyes twitch, I will not be offended or butthurt in ANYWAY if you tell me. I can't fix them if I don't see them. Much thanks, mucho love, have fun :]
Crystal sat in the passenger seat of the car leaning against the window and tapping her claw idly against the glass. A road trip to visit the rest of her mother’s family was taking much longer than Crystal had anticipated. In the back sat three snoring thirteen-year-old boys; Jordan, Jojo, and Alex, all of whom were currently using Jojo as an oversized pillow.
Crystal glanced over her shoulder at the group and sighed heavily, shifting down in her chair to look up at the roof.
“You bored, baby?” her mother asked, glancing at her.
“Is the Pope Catholic?” she replied, flatly, picking at her nails. Her mother laughed and gave a deep sigh, switching lanes.
“You’ll live. We’ll come to a stop soon so you can stretch your legs, okay?”
“We couldn’t have taken a plane?”
“Not as much fun. Besides, you guys have more time to spend with each other.” Her mother added, glancing behind her at the sleeping boys, “It’s been a while since you were all together. With Jojo’s practices, Jordan’s meetings, and Alex being so far away; I thought you’d be happy seeing them again.”
“It was also fun when they didn’t smell like body odor, or decided to run through the house with my bra on their head.” Crystal snapped, more snarl in her voice than was necessary. The point would have been delivered without the addition of a growl.
“Oh, baby, they’re only playing. They’re boys. They’re in that - stage.”
Crystal quirked a brow at her mother, “Stage? Boys have a stage?”
“Well, girls do too.”
She stared at her mother, hoping there would be some kind of explanation coming along with the odd, awkward, scent in the air. The scent that wasn’t coming from the teenaged boys in the back seat. Finally her mother looked at her, catching Crystal’s confused face.
“Oh, baby, c’mon. It’s not that hard. They’re teasing you, honey, because they - well, we all know how JoJo feels about you. He always talks about it, and you.” Her mother continued, and Crystal brows knitted together as she slowly became more and more mortified, “You’re changing, baby, and not just with your mutation. We both knew that would switch up a little bit as you got older, but with the rest of your body as well.”
No. Her mother was not having this discussion with her. Not when the boys were so close to hear!
“Oh!” Crystal started, leaning away from her mother in the seat, “You’re not - you’re - no! No, no, no!”
“Shh! Baby, you’ll wake up the boys!” her mother waved a hand at Crystal, as she covered her face with the blanket on her lap, giving a horrified whimpering sound.
“You’re talking about - you’re - Mom! Oh, God!”
“Don’t squeal!” her mother scolded, swatting at Crystal’s leg. Crystal curled up on the seat, giving small squealing sounds matching her horrified face still covered with the blanket.
“Oh, Crystal!”
“Mother! Really?!”
“Honey! The boys!”
”Mother!” Crystal snapped, “I don’t want to - no. I don’t want to talk to about this. I know it, okay. I’m fine. I don’t need it.”
“Then humor me.” Her mother replied, leaning slightly to look at her. Crystal whimpered softly, pushing her hair into her face to cover her frantic blush.
“Jojo’s gonna get worse, and so is Jordan and Alex. They’re going to smell funny, and so are you.”
“I smell funny?!” Crystal snapped, disgusted. She doused herself in body spray daily to prevent even the slightest chance of smelling like anything other than a girl.
“You know what I mean!” her mother waved a hand at her. It was a miracle that the boys only shifted during their discussion, “Its normal. And the boys at school will start doing, and showing things too.”
Crystal gagged, vocally, and covered her mouth as she turned away. The images that flashed into her mind made shivers run up her arms, and her face heat up.
“Good Lord, Crystal. It’s not that bad.”
“Oh, God, Mother. If you start talking about wet dreams, and lube, I’m going to puke. I swear.” Crystal proclaimed, placing a hand to her chest trying to catch her breath.
“How the hell do you know about lube?” squeaked her mother, turning to look sharply at her.
“Mom!”
“How?”
“Mother!”
“Tell me how, I want to know.”
“A boy at school brought some and showed it to me!”
“Showed you? Why did he show you?”
“I think I preferred you talking about boners and funny smells.”
Margery gave Crystal a sharp look for a moment before sitting back in her chair, raising her chin.
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you. It does hurt the first time.”
Crystal cried out and curled up in the seat, throwing the blanket over her head.
“Done! I am done talking about this!”
Author: zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery militarymomlove, her not!Brother's, Jojo, Alex, Jordan.
Notes: Rated PG, I guess, and you've all had it. Here's Crystal's. ALSO, should've said this before, if you see any errors that make your eyes twitch, I will not be offended or butthurt in ANYWAY if you tell me. I can't fix them if I don't see them. Much thanks, mucho love, have fun :]
Crystal sat in the passenger seat of the car leaning against the window and tapping her claw idly against the glass. A road trip to visit the rest of her mother’s family was taking much longer than Crystal had anticipated. In the back sat three snoring thirteen-year-old boys; Jordan, Jojo, and Alex, all of whom were currently using Jojo as an oversized pillow.
Crystal glanced over her shoulder at the group and sighed heavily, shifting down in her chair to look up at the roof.
“You bored, baby?” her mother asked, glancing at her.
“Is the Pope Catholic?” she replied, flatly, picking at her nails. Her mother laughed and gave a deep sigh, switching lanes.
“You’ll live. We’ll come to a stop soon so you can stretch your legs, okay?”
“We couldn’t have taken a plane?”
“Not as much fun. Besides, you guys have more time to spend with each other.” Her mother added, glancing behind her at the sleeping boys, “It’s been a while since you were all together. With Jojo’s practices, Jordan’s meetings, and Alex being so far away; I thought you’d be happy seeing them again.”
“It was also fun when they didn’t smell like body odor, or decided to run through the house with my bra on their head.” Crystal snapped, more snarl in her voice than was necessary. The point would have been delivered without the addition of a growl.
“Oh, baby, they’re only playing. They’re boys. They’re in that - stage.”
Crystal quirked a brow at her mother, “Stage? Boys have a stage?”
“Well, girls do too.”
She stared at her mother, hoping there would be some kind of explanation coming along with the odd, awkward, scent in the air. The scent that wasn’t coming from the teenaged boys in the back seat. Finally her mother looked at her, catching Crystal’s confused face.
“Oh, baby, c’mon. It’s not that hard. They’re teasing you, honey, because they - well, we all know how JoJo feels about you. He always talks about it, and you.” Her mother continued, and Crystal brows knitted together as she slowly became more and more mortified, “You’re changing, baby, and not just with your mutation. We both knew that would switch up a little bit as you got older, but with the rest of your body as well.”
No. Her mother was not having this discussion with her. Not when the boys were so close to hear!
“Oh!” Crystal started, leaning away from her mother in the seat, “You’re not - you’re - no! No, no, no!”
“Shh! Baby, you’ll wake up the boys!” her mother waved a hand at Crystal, as she covered her face with the blanket on her lap, giving a horrified whimpering sound.
“You’re talking about - you’re - Mom! Oh, God!”
“Don’t squeal!” her mother scolded, swatting at Crystal’s leg. Crystal curled up on the seat, giving small squealing sounds matching her horrified face still covered with the blanket.
“Oh, Crystal!”
“Mother! Really?!”
“Honey! The boys!”
”Mother!” Crystal snapped, “I don’t want to - no. I don’t want to talk to about this. I know it, okay. I’m fine. I don’t need it.”
“Then humor me.” Her mother replied, leaning slightly to look at her. Crystal whimpered softly, pushing her hair into her face to cover her frantic blush.
“Jojo’s gonna get worse, and so is Jordan and Alex. They’re going to smell funny, and so are you.”
“I smell funny?!” Crystal snapped, disgusted. She doused herself in body spray daily to prevent even the slightest chance of smelling like anything other than a girl.
“You know what I mean!” her mother waved a hand at her. It was a miracle that the boys only shifted during their discussion, “Its normal. And the boys at school will start doing, and showing things too.”
Crystal gagged, vocally, and covered her mouth as she turned away. The images that flashed into her mind made shivers run up her arms, and her face heat up.
“Good Lord, Crystal. It’s not that bad.”
“Oh, God, Mother. If you start talking about wet dreams, and lube, I’m going to puke. I swear.” Crystal proclaimed, placing a hand to her chest trying to catch her breath.
“How the hell do you know about lube?” squeaked her mother, turning to look sharply at her.
“Mom!”
“How?”
“Mother!”
“Tell me how, I want to know.”
“A boy at school brought some and showed it to me!”
“Showed you? Why did he show you?”
“I think I preferred you talking about boners and funny smells.”
Margery gave Crystal a sharp look for a moment before sitting back in her chair, raising her chin.
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you. It does hurt the first time.”
Crystal cried out and curled up in the seat, throwing the blanket over her head.
“Done! I am done talking about this!”