The Imaginary World of Deone Kirk

Within ten minutes Stephen had sent me a message.   What the hell?   You drag me into this mess and then run off?   When are you available to meet and discuss our presentation? I smiled.   He’s such a brat.   I replied.   I can catch up at 4pm.   Should we meet in one of the study rooms? His response was instant.   I’ve booked room 3.   See you at 4. I spent the next couple of hours planning ways to torture him with glee.   This of course in no way prepared me to find him talking to a girl when I arrived.   I was momentarily taken aback.   He didn’t shy away.   He wasn’t blushing.   He was talking confidently.   He even smiled in a charming way.   The whole thing irked me. I walked up behind him and straight into the conversation, “Stephen! Partner!   I hope you weren’t waiting long” I clapped him on the back and stood next to him facing the girl.   He instantly shied away from...

My love was doomed from the start.   She only ever loved one thing.   I remember sitting under the stars at the ripe old age of fifteen staring up at the universe.   She filled my ears with facts and her dreams of the future.   My arm was touching her and to me it felt hotter than the sun.   I was conscious of every breath of wind that played with her hair.   When we kissed even though she was looking at me it felt like she was looking at the stars in my eyes. Credit to Molly Mccauslar at https://mollinda.deviantart.com/ We grew apart.   I couldn’t handle being second place and she let me go.   There was somewhere she needed to be.   I became entranced with the building blocks of the universe.   My studies took me inside what made us what we are.   I never expected our paths to cross again.   I didn’t expect this. The request from Exocom was simple.   They needed humans capable of surviving long deep spa...

I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own body.    When I run I always felt like there was so much more I could do.   So day after day I trained obsessively.   My hair became a hinderance, so I cut it off completely.   My body whilst made up of taught muscle it still felt wrong.   Day by day my breasts grew to the point where running became painful.   I took to painfully strapping them flat.    No matter how much I hated the constant struggle with my growing femininity I bore it. I thought I am strong and I can get through this because no matter who I am on the outside the person I am inside is made of steel.   At least that’s how I felt at the time.   I suppose you could say that day broke me. The part I remember most is how beautiful she looked with fear and sadness echoing out of her eyes.   Those eyes that had always looked at me with adoration.   She used to smile up at me with praise every time I wo...