I think at this point I've kind of read Modern Romance an embarrassing number of times! There's just something about that Nate and Brad and girl!Nate and genderswitch and *brain overheats* (which is funny because I kind of adore Stark bigtime, but, but girl!Nate)
Which is just to say, it's um, lucky I only left one?
It’s July 26th, a Tuesday, in the morning. Walking through the automatic doors of the local Wal*Mart, Brad realizes this is the last time he’ll feel this particular brand of crazy. The one that makes it feel like his skin’s too tight and his heart might thump out of his chest.
They are finally, finally buying Nate some bras. Brad could weep. His brain can finally use his blood too, and maybe he can think about something other than Nate’s tits for a while.
But not yet. Nate’s walking quickly to keep pace with Brad as they move around the frazzled mothers and NASCAR hicks shopping, and his tits are bouncing gently under his baggy t-shirt with every step.
Brad slows down to let Nate catch up and glances at Nate as they walk under an air-conditioner. Nate shivers a little, and his next step involves bouncing and nipples
( ... )
Oh, Nate. And Brad is so amazing. With the shutting down his own emotions and trying so hard to make it easier on Nate. OH MY HEART AT THE END THERE!!!!!!!!
Brad kinda maybe wants to wrap Nate up in a blanket and hide him from the world. But he knows that as soon as Nate figured out what was going on he'd punch Brad in the balls or something. So, Brad holds off.
Doesn't stop him from glaring at all the other guys who stare at Nate, probably thinking about fucking the super hot bald chick over there.
Oh Nate. This is just lovely and hurty with this sort of dawning hopefulness, like Brad is steadying him by just being there and being Brad. (and it made me think about all the weird firsts and sort of social transgressions?, I guess, that Nate is going to have; going into a womens bathroom for the first time etc)
And that the whole situation makes something so simple, buying clothing, just fraught with everything. Buying implies a sort of permanence, that Nate isn't expecting this to end tomorrow and that he's engaging in this socially female act (I mean, of course there's also practicality in a bra, but it's obviously so much more loaded then that and also that you have Nate buying girl briefs! It's like, Nate, represented by underwear).
And Brad being just so...gobsmacked by his new body, omg, (and reconning him! filing away the Nate facts) and it all being a combo of girl! and Nate!, but at the same time he's so careful about it, about Nate.
Really? Eee, how can I say no to that! Okay, some girl!Nate prompts to choose from then. From MR - (before) Nate and Brad meeting again for the first time, (after) the phone call (how can I not ask!). But I would totally understand if you didn't want to do those, so. Some more open to interpretation prompts : Nate and(in) Brad's house, Nate and Brad's parents, Ray meets Natalie.
Everyone teases him about having a roommate, saying she’s probably his prisoner or his love slave or maybe just, You poor guy, no seriously. They don’t mean it.
Doesn’t stop them from being curious though.
“Seriously, dog. You’ve lived with this chick for two months and you can’t tell us what she’s like?”
Brad looks across the table at Poke, Walt, Pappy and Ray, their interested faces and their hands wrapped around their beer glasses. He sighs loudly. His glass is empty.
“She’s.” Brad pauses because the word’s weird and he’s not sure what to say. “She’s cool, I guess. Really private though. Kind of butch, shaved head.”
“Hot,” Ray says. He’s leaning on his elbows, smiling. This is like Christmas for him. Brad’s refused to say anything or let Ray snoop around the basement. “She is hot, right.”
What Brad wants to say is, Fuck you all, but that wouldn’t fit. Instead he thinks about what he would say if it wasn’t Nate
( ... )
Um. Because it is kind of my favorite thing lately, girl!Nate, a Tuesday morning. (heh, sorry)
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Which is just to say, it's um, lucky I only left one?
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They are finally, finally buying Nate some bras. Brad could weep. His brain can finally use his blood too, and maybe he can think about something other than Nate’s tits for a while.
But not yet. Nate’s walking quickly to keep pace with Brad as they move around the frazzled mothers and NASCAR hicks shopping, and his tits are bouncing gently under his baggy t-shirt with every step.
Brad slows down to let Nate catch up and glances at Nate as they walk under an air-conditioner. Nate shivers a little, and his next step involves bouncing and nipples ( ... )
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this is so painful (nate awkwardness) and so lovely (brad wanting to fix it) at the very same time
something inside Brad curls up tight with happiness
this, this right here? made me cry :p
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I'm glad you liked!
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Doesn't stop him from glaring at all the other guys who stare at Nate, probably thinking about fucking the super hot bald chick over there.
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And that the whole situation makes something so simple, buying clothing, just fraught with everything. Buying implies a sort of permanence, that Nate isn't expecting this to end tomorrow and that he's engaging in this socially female act (I mean, of course there's also practicality in a bra, but it's obviously so much more loaded then that and also that you have Nate buying girl briefs! It's like, Nate, represented by underwear).
And Brad being just so...gobsmacked by his new body, omg, (and reconning him! filing away the Nate facts) and it all being a combo of girl! and Nate!, but at the same time he's so careful about it, about Nate.
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Okay, some girl!Nate prompts to choose from then.
From MR - (before) Nate and Brad meeting again for the first time, (after) the phone call (how can I not ask!). But I would totally understand if you didn't want to do those, so.
Some more open to interpretation prompts : Nate and(in) Brad's house, Nate and Brad's parents, Ray meets Natalie.
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Doesn’t stop them from being curious though.
“Seriously, dog. You’ve lived with this chick for two months and you can’t tell us what she’s like?”
Brad looks across the table at Poke, Walt, Pappy and Ray, their interested faces and their hands wrapped around their beer glasses. He sighs loudly. His glass is empty.
“She’s.” Brad pauses because the word’s weird and he’s not sure what to say. “She’s cool, I guess. Really private though. Kind of butch, shaved head.”
“Hot,” Ray says. He’s leaning on his elbows, smiling. This is like Christmas for him. Brad’s refused to say anything or let Ray snoop around the basement. “She is hot, right.”
What Brad wants to say is, Fuck you all, but that wouldn’t fit. Instead he thinks about what he would say if it wasn’t Nate ( ... )
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